There's My World's Emerging Impact - Poem by james watkin
There's my world's emerging impact
Spotted now in one, as untiring
In each and all his dart and twitch
Broadens for boyhood inquiring!
Harmless at first, as tiger moth.
Then striking, as bee, no, hornet
Of intrusion, of irreverence.
Of innocence, distortedly met!
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