Bloomsbury Gang
Open, book, closed eyes, I skim
In London some young youths
Cambridge and their Moore
Loud voices come like cry
Hidden deep in some well
Lucky, time, favored them
They're talking; of Greece
Sure, it was Great, Majestic
Seems an end to young men
Book's closed, eyes opened
"Look smart, they are dumb
Why not see the far beyond? "
The bird sings; cat mews
Cow and ass each a sound
Sun's message: "Get up leave."
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