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The Poet's Problem
Impulse is the best linguist
So Mr Thoreau thought
And often what is written here
Is spoiled by what is later brought
Yet
All I write and sometimes rhyme
Falls on the page untaught
So needs some tender love and care
Before you see it as you ought
So
The lines you read from any page
Should by your ear be caught
As best words ordered to flow well
With...
Wednesday 24th January 2018 2:04 pm
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