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Each day this week I am publishing a short 4-line verse, each one commencing with a well-known line, sometimes adapted to suit the context, from a renowned published poem. The general theme is that of Isolation.
( ‘April is the cruelest month’ From ‘The Waste Land by T.S.Eliot )
April is the cruellest month
But I’m glad that I’m alive.
I tell myself I’m fit and fine,
You’d never guess I’m eighty-five.
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