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A Collective Noun
I used to scribble poetry
When I had the time
Putting words together
In a simple rhyme
Although my quill is wilting
And I'm getting old
They say they are quite good
Or that is what I'm told
But now they are getting better
I no longer have a book
I now have an anthology
In which to take a look
I know I felt embarrassed
I know it was absurd
How can I write poetry
I don't know a simple word.
Working in a coal mine
In English we needed no grade
Where we called a book a book
And we called a spade a spade.
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