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<br>Have to turn to work now,<br>

have a warm meal ready when the wife returns,<br>

worn from the giving, the spending of herself<br>

to pay our rent, to find a little joy<br>

in our routine. You will forgive, thus, Mr Nelson,<br>

my brevity here in struggle with your poem:<br><br>

Your poem, though it whispers sweetly<br>

to my battered soul, it strains at the bonds of prose<br>

that hold it to the ground when it would fly, fly,<br>

nay soar on wings of truth burst free.<br><br>

Thus bound, as I am, by time, I leave an insecure<br>

and cautionary 75-mark on your noble poem, knowing<br>

that yet may I see it differently<br>

at some more measured time. <br><br>