The Director
a poem by: T.S. Elliot
Woe to the unfortunate Thames!
Tamisel Which flows so close to the Spectator.
The director
Conservative
From the Spectator
Stinks of the breeze.
Shareholders
Reactionaries
From the Spectator
Conservative
arm in arm
do tricks
Discreetly.
In a sewer
A little girl
in rags
Camard
Looked
The director
From the Spectator
Conservative
And die of love.
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A website offering fresh, original and exclusive material by writers who espouse the philosophy that “Words Matter” and believe that imagination is the seed of accomplishment.
We are passionate about the world we inhabit; Aware there are two sides to every story. Persistent in our pursuit of all points of view.
A place to think, to laugh, to shed a tear. Where words are gifts that feed the soul; ignite a flame within the heart; excite the recesses of the brain; spark passions and concerns; inspire the conscious and subconscious.
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