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When I was a windy boy and a bit	A
And the black spit of the chapel fold	B
Sighed the old ram rod dying of women	C
I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood	D
The rude owl cried like a tell tale tit	A
I skipped in a blush as the big girls rolled	B
Nine pin down on donkey's common	C
And on seesaw sunday nights I wooed	E
Whoever I would with my wicked eyes	F
The whole of the moon I could love and leave	G
All the green leaved little weddings' wives	H
In the coal black bush and let them grieve	G
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When I was a gusty man and a half	I
And the black beast of the beetles' pews	J
Sighed the old ram rod dying of bitches	K
Not a boy and a bit in the wick	L
Dipping moon and drunk as a new dropped calf	I
I whistled all night in the twisted flues	K
Midwives grew in the midnight ditches	K
And the sizzling sheets of the town cried Quick	L
Whenever I dove in a breast high shoal	M
Wherever I ramped in the clover quilts	K
Whatsoever I did in the coal	M
Black night I left my quivering prints	K
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When I was a man you could call a man	N
And the black cross of the holy house	K
Sighed the old ram rod dying of welcome	O
Brandy and ripe in my bright bass prime	P
No springtailed tom in the red hot town	Q
With every simmering woman his mouse	K
But a hillocky bull in the swelter	R
Of summer come in his great good time	P
To the sultry biding herds I said	S
Oh time enough when the blood runs cold	B
And I lie down but to sleep in bed	S
For my sulking skulking coal black soul	M
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When I was half the man I was	K
And serve me right as the preachers warn	T
Sighed the old ram rod dying of downfall	M
No flailing calf or cat in a flame	U
Or hickory bull in milky grass	K
But a black sheep with a crumpled horn	T
At last the soul from its foul mousehole	M
Slunk pouting out when the limp time came	U
And I gave my soul a blind slashed eye	V
Gristle and rind and a roarers' life	W
And I shoved it into the coal black sky	V
To find a woman's soul for a wife	W
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Now I am a man no more no more	X
And a black reward for a roaring life	W
Sighed the old ram rod dying of strangers	K
Tidy and cursed in my dove cooed room	Y
I lie down thin and hear the good bells jaw	Z
For oh my soul found a sunday wife	W
In the coal black sky and she bore angels	K
Harpies around me out of her womb	Y
Chastity prays for me piety sings	K
Innocence sweetens my last black breath	A2
Modesty hides my thighs in her wings	K
And all the deadly virtues plague my death	A2

Dylan Thomas

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