do not go gentle into that good night

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i will if i must, since there is but little merit left to my name
it's been made certain trust is on a mere wire, finicky and restless
suspended high above the ground, ready to splat at any moment
but i will no longer personify a meager, weak rodent
my promises mean something, i assure you, and i'm quite peckish
for a peck, i am a wreck upon the beach, but i am saved! no need for blame

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