told you i'm lazy.
read this one.
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For poetry, hes past his prime,
He takes an hour to find a rhyme;
His fire is out, his wit decayed,
His fancy sunk, his muse a jade.
Id have him throw away his pen,
But theres no talking to some men.
-- Jonathan Swift ( 1667-1745.) Irish poet and satirist
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hello Jon, we just love our poetry what.
