'I wandered lonely' not so proud
through crowds of hams and spambots crammed into my feed,

Dear Wordsworth, did you really need the nuts and bolts and faults of man to plan your poetry?
could you not see those daffodils have filled my day,why not sway down Epping way and look at trees,look at the wood?
I wish only, that you should give up those flaming daffodils for good,they make me sick,
please pick on some altogether different topics
preferably out in the tropics.

your humble servant,
quite indifferent
j.