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Wherefore
If I should come by another name,
In hope my heart it would be tamed,
Then I would not place it upon thee,
In travels of insincerity,
That would see me dip into tales of waste,
From what had been poise, an-them and taste,
To lauded claim of what be said,
Unlikened to what be found instead,
That what little is shown about the art,
At least gives chance for them that start,
And tho' by many shall be spurned,
The world will again continue to turn.
©R.H.Elliott 2001
