You know how it is, dearie, any well-wisher would let you a morsel of Christopher Isherwood, Dryden and Beckett and de Beaudellaire, Muir and Norden and Robertson Hare; the rhythm, the timbre, the metre, the beat - it ends with some Herbert composing a tweet.
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6 comments:
Right up my street! Thankyou. ;-)
Did you just write a pome?
Why hasn't Clucker been invented?
Sx
moreidlethoughts: :-)
Pat: I tried my best to disguise it. :-)
Scarlet: quick, quick, get it patented now!
Well, well, well.. who would have thought there's some fine poet in you sir.
Cheers =)
Kane
I have NO idea what you're talking about.
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