Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг)

The Dying Chauffeur

Wheel me gently to the garage, since my car and I must part- 
  No more for me the record and the run.
That cursed left-hand cylinder the doctors call my heart
  Is pinking past redemption - I am done! 

They'll never strike a mixture that'll help me pull my load.
  My gears are stripped - I cannot set my brakes.
I am entered for the finals down the timeless untimed Road
  To the Maker of the makers of all makes!

1. The Floods
2. The Excursion
3. In the Case of Rukhmibhaio
4. The Night Before
5. Jane Smith

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