On First Looking Into The Anthology of Modern Poetry
So many profound and silly thought balloons Floating around, their emptiness unrevealed Until some random prick shows they concealed Only the age-old gas that all buffoons Emit, disguised in private metaphor. As if one thing in all this world stood need Of further mystifying, here’s more for you to read: Figure out what I’ve said, […]
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