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15/12/2016
SECOND ROMMEL


Never betray me. I cannot face

Betrayal. It is a phial of cyanide.

It kills the soul, leaves no trace,

Except an almond fragrance.

 

If I must a second Rommel be,

To choose between life and posterity,

instant infamy or enduring fame,

Let history protect my name,

For all that survives is the name.

 

6.12.16

 
15 December 2016
 
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