The Man by the Cellar Door.

PositionPoem

THE MAN BY THE CELLAR DOOR They call me the super, Propped at this cellar door, In a detachable-collar shirt With the collar detached. Folded, it steadies A table leg, but I Cannot bring my legs even, I am with whiskey drunken. They have stricken my name Down at the Heraldic College On their rule that no...

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