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It must be great to be like Tennyson

Or match a Wordsworth's long romantic line

To ensure each reader grasped the meaning

And hearts were moved by imagery and rhyme.

So why it is that everything I write

Revolves around the trivia of the day

Rather than eschewing what is light

To concentrate on what I'd like to say?

And while I yearn to set the world ablaze

With insights into what is good and true

My verse it full of moans about the trains

Or packets that need scissors to undo.

Yet if my being grumpy raises smiles,

Perhaps it outruns serious verse by miles?

Brian Hick May 2012

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