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| GW Song | |
| By Katanga | ||||||
| 21 September 2008 | ||||||
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GW Song I'm home alone without my poet's spectacles . . . Can't see a thing - I must be going blind. Were I an octopus with eight long tentacles, Might I be happier? Oh well, never mind . . . I peer at verse that pops up willy-nilly, as if computers vie for 'Poet Laureate'. Not understanding much of it, I'm silly, still wondering what the hell we worry at. Should I now take a break from what I do, restrain my Muse, give her a holiday, shove myself, a boot into a shoe? Or do you think she has some more to say? I'm tempted by the words that rhyme with 'dawn', but find no metre, just iambic porn.
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