I am a peasant who is Ukranian.
Parfington: along the gale i pass a glance
upon that scale that dance with ants
my two eyes must make view askance
to this their quarry they do advance.
what prideful glow do they portray
their total ruin with which they play
on what marked mournful day
will they look back with due dismay
bucking steed against bridle met
once eyes of tinder now coals of jet
whose kindling mane once tender yet
hellfire now the flint-sharp whip beget
wriggler of the night this worm
sodden loam a former home firm
now roil beneath and round his squirm
trodden tunnels none abide his term.
Parfington: Mark not the man,
who bears no burden,
heed not the lamb,
no wool he turned in,
to that loom,
that smacks of groom,
to the pixie'd garden,
an idle bray
of brokeback mule
echoes to fray
their fabric jewel.
Let no man sleep,
lest he perspire,
no moistened deep,
he to retire.
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Parfington: living a life away from the net. i check on things from time to time, but it's difficult to live this life and continue the one i led before. a lot of the time i spent here was time wasted in retrospect, not just wireclub, but the web in general. anyway, i haven't been anywhere different, just doing different, i guess.