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Lesson 4-Fundamentals of Poetry |
| Is the printed word dead? asked a certain someone, absently scratching his head. I nearly was undone! Patently absurd! Fitfully the idea spun, a tiny frightened bird, desperately seeking land. What was that I heard? A slowly growing band now entering the stage, a crowd, with books in hand, savoring each precious page, as senses all were fed, my fears they did assuage. |