He who'd been the poet Wordsworth
Woke suddenly and heard his talent
Scratching at the window
While his muse hammered her fist
At the front door. Escaping,
He faked his death. He is thought
To have watched his funeral from
A closed carriage, but after that
The trail grows cold unless
He was one of the deceased poets
Implicated in the theft
Of St. Oswald's uncorrupted arm.
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