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if I'm too late for this, that's fine, no worries! second-hand bookstores large on romance low on poetry touch and face the tiny shelf of five books Donne, Harwood, three unknown I'm broke and poetry well, poetry’s a shrinking violet I cannot afford bookshops shouldn't charge the populace for its disappearing act it’s a sad fact a season’s vicissitude that shelves are stuffed with pulp and Sheldon no one's touching Byron no one's extolling Thoreau or Donne's foolish love no one's immersed in Keats and tomorrow, well no one's asking for me Helen Hagemann _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com