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AN ODE TO A DICTIONARY
I can’t write if I don’t have You, my dictionary. Without you, my writing would Be just ordinary. I can’t write without you a Poem, O lexicon! To look you up, by nature, I am so often prone. You help me find words that rhyme And have proper accent. One wrong word suffices to, A poem’s beauty dent I am a traditional Poet, my words matter. You are the flower from which Sweet nectar I gather. • Written in abcb, 7-6-7-6 format. • Initially written as entry no. 432951 in the book MISCELLANEA, {item: 963917}. Posted as an independent item on 26 January 2008. M C Gupta 12 June 2006
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