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A fledgling page
Waits For the quiddity Of my arcane self. I have chosen yellow paper Orange pen. (No pencil smudges.) My covert life Shall not be bared In grainy blur Of carbon. It shall, of course, Be lambent Enigmatic Sagacious Droll. You will be dazzled By the acumen And savoir-faire This pundit Has acquired. At least That is my hope When I come to my desk Early. Before the busy Chores of the day Disperse the clarity Which lingers From the abyss of sleep From half-world Of waking time. Once that Is ravelled I might as well sit down To tea and crumpets. |