my sweet old etcetera<br />aunt lucy during the recent<br /><br />war could and what<br />is more did tell you just<br />what everybody was fighting<br /><br />for,<br />my sister<br /><br />isabel created hundreds<br />(and<br />hundreds)of socks not to<br />mention shirts fleaproof earwarmers<br /><br />etcetera wristers etcetera, my<br />mother hoped that<br /><br />i would die etcetera<br />bravely of course my father used<br />to become hoarse talking about how it was<br />a privilege and if only he<br />could meanwhile my<br /><br />self etcetera lay quietly<br />in the deep mud et<br /><br />cetera<br />(dreaming,<br />et<br /> cetera, of<br />Your smile<br />eyes knees and of your Etcetera)read by David <br />Hart
