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Aftermath Of The Haworth Fair- Reflections of Branwell Bronte.
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We parted much fortified,
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as my friend disgorged
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the contents of his stomach,
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Coughing in fits,
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he drank cold water from the trough.
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It was his intention
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to intercept the Halifax coach,
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not broaching the matter
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of money owed.
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As for myself I could barely stand,
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clothes hanging like a scarecrow's.
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Along with others
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i found the stone wall still warm
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from late evening sun.
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An agreeable assistant
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as i stalled approaching home,
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grateful there was no one at the gate
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or in sight,
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for now came the hours of their writing.
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The first breath of night
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spread beyond the moors,
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darkening by the minute.
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Though unsteady i increased my pace,
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Eyes fixed upon The Parsonage and beyond
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towards the shroud of night,
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ending the day as i reached home.
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12 Jul 18

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