They
say I’m a poet of passion,
That my poems are passionate things;
But
this is said only by rivals,
I care nothing at all for their flings.
I
say there’s no passion about me,
And especially none when I write;
But
the editor who getteth my verses,
They say his poor face is a sight.
Nov.
7, ‘97
Courier,
Jan.
30,
‘98
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