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[0046] down ^{crumbled away} poring on his book well on into the night some moods
the moonlight and they all out on the roads looking for
him or making up talk breaking up two or more talking to
himself that way being together that way where none ever
came

[0049] eleven or twelve in the ruin on the flat stone among
the nettles in the dark or moonlight muttering away now one
voice now another there was childhood for you till there on
thz^e doorstep in the pale sun you found yourself at it again
not a curw^se fot eh passers pausing for the passers pausing

[0049] to gape at the scandal huddled there ^{on the step} in the ^pale sun where it
had no warrant clutching the nightbag drooling away out loud
eyes closed and the white hair pouring out down from under
the hat and so sat on in that pale sun forgetting it all

[0052] making it all up on the doorstep as you went along making
yourself all up again for the millionth time forgetting it
all where you were and what for Foley's Folly and the lot
the child's ruin you came to look was it still there to hide
in again till it was night and time to go till that time
came

[0055] back down to the wharf witht with the nightbag and the
olf^d green greatcoat your father left you trailing the ground
and the white hair pouring out down from under the hat till
that time came on down neither right nor left not a thought
in your head ohⁿly get back on board and away to g^hell out of
it and never come back or was that another time all that
another time was there ever any other time but that away to
hell out of it all and never come back