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Douglas Scotney

Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide

Douglas Scotney

Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide

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To preserve wisdom,
the folk of where a poet oft paidled
composing poems out of the blue,
took to leaving bits of paper
and pens around
for him or someone nigh
to set down what came through.

Without left bits
and writing things,
we wouldn't have
(I paraphrase) :
we don't read to be more wise;
we read, that if we go to hell,
hell will not surprise.

Douglas Scotney

Monday, April 24, 2017

Topic(s) of this poem: wisdom,knowledge,reading

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Paidled: wandered aimlessly.
after Robert Burns: verses written on a window of the inn at Carron.
I made up the leaving of bits and pens; folk should!

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