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I am a great admirer of English poetry from the time of Chaucer up until the middle of the twentieth century when it appeared to lose its way. I love all aspects of this planet but are sometimes sad when I think of what we are doing to it.

The Best Thing

The Best Thing

You said your love was like a tide
on which strong ships in sail could ride;
a love that could not be denied.

But now I seek and now you hide,
the scend has weakly foamed to rest,
the surging swell has meekly died.
Gone are the lips on which I pressed.

I gave my all at your behest
and gladly turned from all the rest
but now I know – revenge is best.

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