LAST SECOND HANG-UP
April 17, 2011 at 9:58 am Leave a comment
When the judge handed down Nick’s death sentence,
No-good showed no sign of repentance.
But at the gallows, Nick said
“Though my fate, I don’t dread,
I am, at stretching points, an apprentice.”
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