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Monday, September 12, 2005  

Not waving but drowning

Since I used the phrase I've been trying to remember the rest of the poem. So here it is: (It's be Stevie Smith btw)

Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.

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