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    I wandered lonely as a clod
    That stamps on elegant lyrics,
    When all at once my words did trod,
    A verse, of words read like classic;
    Inside my head, stanza the thought,
    Muttering and clumsy overwrought.

    Continuous as the rhymes online
    And reason that the poet stays,
    They stretched in never-ending line
    But wouldn’t be bought now on Ebay:
    Ten thousand saw them 0n a search,
    Tossing clichés, unseemly lurch

    The likes beside them smiled; but they
    Out-did by emojis in glee:
    A poet could not but then say,
    In such a profound company:
    I gazed- and gazed- but little thought
    What awe the poem to me had brought:



    For oft, when on my couch I lie
    In vacant and potato mood,
    Words flash upon that inward eye
    Within the bliss of solitude;
    And then my head with poem fills,
    And drafts verses the end until.

    I forgot I wrote thisYou may have seen the first line before as I have recycled it

  • #2
    Words flash upon that inward eye
    Within the bliss of solitude;
    And then my head with poem fills,
    Much to like...these three lines are my favorite!

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