I, Poetaster

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I, Poetaster Throughout the mess of muddled murkiness; Of questionable, predictive, clichéd verse There rests sometimes a message, with finesse; Veiled, though with humour interspersed: A kind that pleases seemingly myself For never has my candour pleased none else - A melody of rhyme that goes against, The grain yet seems to stand strong and remain Within the structure of the poets vein

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