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Re: Poetry
I once composed a ditty for the office journal in response to a regular contributor.
The Rambler -
In sturdy boots he climbs the hills (his hobby was hillwalking)
to escape satanic mills
Open vistas fill his mind
with words of quite a different kind (his strange 'poetry')
Glad at his joy after having it rough (his recent divorce)
Please, someone tell him
enough is enough
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