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I gave it a thought to post this on the
Musing on Mastery board, but played it safe and came here to share. This poem may not be a masterpiece to place alongside those masterpieces that reside in the hallowed hall of masterpieces, but a masterpiece of a different kind to be bookmarked and filed away with the those few pieces that make you mutter out loud under your breath “I wish I’d written that'' and someone says, “Did you say something?” and you say, “No, nothing.”
It's a little bit
ars poetica told slant, a favorite genre of mine.
Purity, by Billy Collins
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