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About This Poem
Help Wanted
What in the world is a fella to do,
when his fav poets list hits one hundred and two?
Too many too read and too little time.
That really sucks, just like this rhyme.
And every day new poets bring on fresh voice.
Should he read old or new? It’s a difficult choice!
And how will he comment on all those fine words?
There’s not enough time - now, that’s for the birds!
Should he stop writing verse? Only read it instead?
Or grab a hot toddy and trundle to bed?
Got a solution? He’ll listen to you.
Because he needs a good plan, something quite new.
Stretching the clock isn’t working so far,
neither is wishing on a far away star.
So tell him please, will you?
Oh tell him, please do.
What in the world is a fella to do,
when his fav poets list hits one hundred and two?
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