Young Tom's no "poet" by my own criteria
and neither is his peer, tempestuous Kate
and yet their work's in many ways superior
to the old, overcrafted and sedate.
Their scansion creaks, some of their rhymes are dire
but through performance they communicate
their heads' ideas and their bellies' fire.
Such confidence "hath all too short a date";
their loud Úlan is something we should cherish -
this is what FLYTING is - long may it flourish!
Ann: "I must go down to the polls again"
This poem of yours captured every thought I've ever had of the experience.
What kind of change is this we're going through???
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