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I can title my post? How postmodern.
-- Friday, April 16, 2004 --

I don't care how famous a poet your are, "wound" still doesn't rhyme with "found." They may be spelled similarly. There may be a cunning configuration of vowels that would suggest the possibility of a chance of the semblence of a rhyme, mayhap, if the weather is clear and the dog doesn't eat it. But this is a vicious lie, like so many things in my life. One day it will not be 12:04, and I could list some of them.

Anyways.

Whenever I read "blah blah blah wound, blah blah blah found," my little mental voice goes "fooned." Which is silly, because that is not all up in the English language.

So Marvell is all like, "tralala, it is a poem about trees and there are trees, ooh look, trees pretty, be all appreciating of my extended metaphor for life FOONED!"

And I am all like, "hehehehehehe" and not up in the appreciating, except for the unintended humor value.

Oh Marvell. Marvell Marvell Marvell. There are too many l's in your name.

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