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| Written by fellpony | ||||||||||||||||||
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"I wandered lonely along as if I was a cloud/ That floats on high over vales and hills/ When all at once I looked down and saw a crowd/ And in my path there was a host of golden daffodils so check it." http://news.sky.com/skynews/article/0,,30000-1259949,00.html
Old Willy Wordsworth walked the hills and as he walked he spoke aloud. He may have practised dreadful verse; he recollected daffodils.
When wandering in that lonely state, his neighbours thought the poet strange - he probably was drunk, or worse addicted to an opiate.
But nothing's stranger than a rap that fractures Willy's measured lines and casts a squirrel to converse. The only word that rhymes is crap.
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