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Keats is Singing

It's raining outside.

Buses grind the streets.

Troubling to decide

If a product meets

My needs, because Keats

Is singing again

In my head, singing.

I know where I've been

And what I'm bringing,

But what's the meaning

If no poem comes

Of it? And what use

Is the sound of drums

Without words? Abuse?

I'm offered no clues.

I need these products,

But isn't life worse

If wanting conducts

No cash from my purse?

Keats' song is no curse!

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christopher-howard-gorrie

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Published: Jun 6, 2015
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