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One Mark Of Good Verse Is Surprise

People's Backyards Are Much More Interesting Than Their Front Gardens, And Houses That Back On To Railways Are Public Benefactors.

And Behind Their Frail Partitions Business Women Lie And Soak, Seeing Through The Draughty Skylight Flying Clouds And Railway Smoke. Rest You There, Poor Unbelov'd Ones, Lap Your Loneliness In Heat, All Too Soon The Tiny Breakfast, Trolley-bus And Windy Street!

Gracious Lord, Oh Bomb The Germans. Spare Their Women For Thy Sake, And If That Is Not Too Easy, We Will Pardon Thy Mistake. But, Gracious Lord, Whate'er Shall Be, Don't Let Anyone Bomb Me.

Imprisoned In A Cage Of Sound, Even The Trivial Seems Profound