Happy Birthday To Me

Still, happiness is candles flickering…

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A Letter To William!

Dear William, metaphor is gone from view. Your sonnet is with snickers lately sent. The Moderns now make mince-meat out of you. Word nerds say your ‘summer’s day’ a vent. Oh, William , where must mindful poet step? The Moderns have no heart for thoughts of love They know not of pentameter, (those shleps) or…

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