Remember that episode in Huck Finn
where the youthful writer
extolls the virtues
of Southern chivalry? You don't?
How about Huck's partner
on the raft? Remember?
How about the poesy you scribbled
in school for that special one?
Emotion in flowery phrases?
Of course, you remember Twain's
bias toward fictioneers like James
Fenimore Cooper? You don't?
That said, Mick, congratulations
for a century of poesy
you inflicted on us!
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