from Salisbury till
Sell It's buried
from literary
till let it
it's early
is the way to
no man's hurry
it's our darling Harry
whose hastening's blury
this is not logic
but you're trapped in the existence
of nononsense logic
it gives a poet
no chic
AD 1703-2021
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