the man who was mortally wounded by war kept on fighting the man who was cut to the quick by love kept on loving the man who was mercilessly tortured by thoughts kept on thinking the man who was crippled with concern kept on caring hair of the dog hair of the dog hair of the dog that turned hair of the dog the man whose eyes were sore from obscenities kept on looking the man whose heart bled killed by compassion kept on feeling the man whose legs buckled under exertion kept on running the man whose ears burned to the sound of his own name kept on listening hair of the dog hair of the dog hair of the dog that turned hair of the dog1