Quatrain of Footsteps Behind
Following
Footsteps behind me, footsteps
following everywhere
I go, every
turn I
take,
Who is harassing me at every
moment on my travels
and every
step I
make?
The foreboding itch I get right
on my back each day
I try and live
quietly
alone?
Itching drives me to a scratching
wonder that no man
should realize
clinging to his
backbone.
Yorktown Disciple
Following
Footsteps behind me, footsteps
following everywhere
I go, every
turn I
take,
Who is harassing me at every
moment on my travels
and every
step I
make?
The foreboding itch I get right
on my back each day
I try and live
quietly
alone?
Itching drives me to a scratching
wonder that no man
should realize
clinging to his
backbone.
Yorktown Disciple
Order # 10957
Foreboding
itch
I
get
right
on
my
back
itch
I
get
right
on
my
back
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