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Two blind old men in a blind corridor / Fought to the death, by sense of sound or touch. / Doom flailed unseen, an iron hook-hand tore / Flesh from the enemy's ribs who swung the crutch. / One gasped, "She looked on me and smiled, I say," / So life was battered out, for yea or nay.