Donald Rumsfeld Meets William Wordsworth
There’s what we remember we remember
and there’s what we forget;
then there’s what we remember
that we’ve forgotten;
and there’s what we’ve forgotten
that we used to remember;
and there’s what we’ve forgotten
that we’ve forgotten.
There’s a poem there somewhere
now I’ve got that far.
Dammit, I’ll go for a walk
now the daffodils are out.
poem by Michael Shepherd

Submitted by Poetry Lover
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