Unformatted text preview: The hand that held my wrist Was battered on one knuckle; At every step you missed My right ear scraped a buckle. You beat time on my head With a palm caked hard by dirt, Then waltzed me off to bed Still clinging to your shirt....
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- Spring '08
- Waltz, Theodore Roethke, small boy dizzy, Roethke The whiskey