Sneer

one oh three
two oh four
five oh five
getting all things that I want to be near
calling all stories that I want you to hear
sipping all gifts that threaten my gear
building all hand that threaten to steer
oh so many oh so few that appear
giving me anything getting them here
they wait on death before they cheer
growing their beards and drinking their beer
one oh three
two oh four
five oh five

The End

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