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DISAPPOINTMENT 
 
 
My boy’s lust—all the mighty building’s glamour 
Dislimns—the shrine’s a stye.  Who dares to blight 
My dreams I damn.  You would not throw—last night— 
Your carrion lump of lechery to my clamour, 
Cheap, common as it is, a crawling cheese . . . 
So, for those verses, be content with these !