[Erik Olson]

Apologies To Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old holdovers should burn and rave to stay;
Rage, rage against the Exit from The Light.

Though wise men know things may well be alright,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Vain men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their flytes might shine, indulge in bold display,
Rage, rage against the Exit from The Light.

Wild men who caught and sang their mind in flight,
And have such weird high-flying dreams to say,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Scots men, near death, who see but doom and plight
Nor would allow a thing post-EU gay,
Rage, rage against the Exit from The Light.

And you, my friend, there on this horse's height,
Curse, bless me as you will, I am away
And, as a gentleman, bid you good night.
Rage, rage against the Exit from The Light.

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