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That's it! To wit:the flit of thoughtwrit on the glitterygrit under water,rapid sun-rippleswe read over andover with everfresh delight. Sodon't quit, poet!You get it—and we do, too.
EN GARDETouché, Joseph—Though lesser foilsMay win the day,We’ll grin and bear it—True to the spiritOf repartee.
That's it! To wit:
ReplyDeletethe flit of thought
writ on the glittery
grit under water,
rapid sun-ripples
we read over and
over with ever
fresh delight. So
don't quit, poet!
You get it—
and we do, too.
EN GARDE
ReplyDeleteTouché, Joseph—
Though lesser foils
May win the day,
We’ll grin and bear it—
True to the spirit
Of repartee.