Just to think how close we came to ill repute br by signing off our names, to hold heavy hands br in the long corridors of the magistrate’s court; br or to have the weaker of the two sold to the vicar, br and forced to live on just the scrawl of the one. br br I might have come to think that this was ideal, br had its idea not barely missed my crotch with its br club-like foot; forcing me to hobble out my days br as half a person, with just one leg to stand on, br and the other’s foot fed firmly to the grave. br br What would they have thought if we’d returned br locked at the finger? A love skilfully performed br on its way to the cemetery, because it is less br than a lifetime between the ribbon on the bonnet br And the hearse moving slowly and more punctual.