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The Dying Chauffeur (Adam Lindsay Gordon) |
WHEEL me gently to the garage, since my car and I must part—  No more for me the record and the run.That cursèd left-hand cylinder the doctors call my heart Is pinking past redemption—I am done! They’ll never strike a mixture that’ll help me pull my load. My gears are stripped—I cannot set my brakes.I am entered for the finals down the timeless untimed Road To the Maker of the makers of all makes!
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