. . . from way back when I actually used to write poetry:
Wordsworth.
That man was just too damn happy.
But, then again, he looked to
flowers and
trees and
bridges and
buildings
to make him happy,
not people.
So, perhaps,
he was the smartest of us all.
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A poem of mine. . .
Date: 2002-09-21 08:55 am (UTC)