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Jan 17
Whiles I peruse the archives of the past,
Occurs a mental transformation fastβ€”
As thru accounts I search, and journals read,
A bold mid-cent'ry impulse seizes me.
The words I write, in structured meters fit;
Infinitives begin to slowly split.
I have at last attain'd a style so grand,
It captures an Augustan poet's hand.
O what great writers we might have today,
If Dictionary Johnson had his way.
William Leonard
Written by
William Leonard  18/M/Ireland
(18/M/Ireland)   
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