Transcendental Sonnet #548:
Let the Bastards Come
It looks like a beautiful sunny day
Outside and inside me it's clearing up
At last it looks like spring has come to stay
And I feel like my life is gearing up
To be something it's never been before
My dream has come true and she's at my door
The terrorists may take my life today
Or perhaps reschedule me tomorrow
Nothing personal just a job I say
Let the bastards come I greet them with jeers
I am British after all no sorrow
No drama no ululation no tears
Nothing else matters whatever will be
I'm with my Silke now and she's with me
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+Steven Curtis Lance
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