I’ll not lock out the dictionary-deficient
Or bar the door against the poor in speech
My use of language will be blunt, efficient
My sense always within the reader’s reach

While once or twice I’ll tread a merry measure
And play with sound and sense to make a jest
Plain words will always be my chiefest pleasure
And working plainly’s what I do the best

I don’t pretend my words are more than backdrop
They make the world, put clouds up, light the sun
For words as art, find someone else to talk shop
For me and mine, we’ll be here when you’ve done

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