The Bug

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    The Bug
    There is a bug upon my knee
    O it pains me so to see
    That this small and helpless thing
    Is resting so carelessly
    And I hope it will believe me
    When I say that I am sorry
    For because he has been so lazy
    He must be, destructively
    Crushed

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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