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While I remain in English, either stranded

Or as one drunken and wheeled to a paddy

Wagon. There was a time I drank blueberry

Wine but that was long ago and my powers

Of recollection are still too strong to forget.

As one overcome by waves of wanton flash-

Backs, acid dreams of moments all too real,

Finds himself mirrored by the mind of a very

Little boy trapped in the body of an old man.