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Its freedom, its liberty, allows my bad poetry.
It's a spark of light, a dancing flame, a place for the Mornington Crescent Game.
It's the philosopher's stone, the Druids robe, it's words travel round the globe.
Think I'd better stop this there cos to go just would not be fair
My rhyming bad my meter's crap, and I'll get my membership revoked... mayhap?
Too your relief I'll say adieu as my poetry has gone askew and a rap on the knuckles is perhaps due.
Seeing posts like this to Barbelith must be Mortifying! |
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