The Evil Eaton: Cantos XXXVII-XLI

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The Evil Eaton: Cantos XXXVII-XLI

by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole

XXXVII

With cords and weights good Tim adjusts
His veering wings against the gusts
Of whipping winds which huff and blow,
And pelt his ruddy face with snow;
Off holstered hip flexed he to draw
That bullet of the holy law,
That slug of safety, blessèd stake
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