You ran me through
With pointed Shakespeare
Warmed my heart
With a Frost
Intrigued me with all of your
Cummings and goings
Enriching me by endowing
Your Poe words
‘Twas on the road less traveled
I perceived an odd Plath
An Angelou spoke to me
As I stood Emmerson in Wilde thought
Sun’s piercing rays caused Burns
Browning me to various Hughes
Although I could not Barrett
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