Down to verse (849)
Paradox of the New Poet
He looked at things
And mixed some feelings
With them,
Pronounced them real,
Then fiction
Just the same.
An unwise owl has a hoot. All work herein copyrighted.
Mauberl*y- A critical ‘*’ I oft*n I lack- So I can’t sp*ll ‘r*st’ too w*ll; My b*at may tak* anoth*r tack- As I cours* away from h*ll. Hoo hah. (S*lah) Thus my nam* falls short, As do*s my n*arsight, And my rhym*s do oft abort.
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