Some days ago I decided to write a sonnet to the fork. Now, what I had in mind was a slightly sentimental ode to one of my own dinner forks. But what the muse had in mind proved to be different altogether: a more humorous and generalized look at this “useful implement”.
It is one of the dilemmas of the poet, and in this case I decided I had best write t…
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