Fourteen years ago today
I published my first rhyme
And here I am, much balder,
Still writing after all this time.
When I was young and spritely
I’d write some fourteen lines
But now, older and wiser,
I think that eight is fine.
Fourteen years ago today
I published my first rhyme
And here I am, much balder,
Still writing after all this time.
When I was young and spritely
I’d write some fourteen lines
But now, older and wiser,
I think that eight is fine.
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