Opposable Thumbs

Interlude by William Ernest Henley

O, the fun, the fun and frolic

that The Wind that Shakes the Barley

scatters through a penny-whistle

Tickled with artistic fingers!

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Grinning, in herself a ballet,

Fixed as Fate upon Her audience.

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Splinted fingers tap the rhythm;

And a head all helmed with plasters

Wags a measured approbation.

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Invictus by William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.

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It maters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate,

I am the captain of my soul.

Freak on a Leash