Unimaginative Proxility

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    Unimaginative Proxility
    You are me sagacious lager
    You make my life phantasmagoric
    A sublime expedient

    My soul has a perpetual swagger
    My effete proxility is euphoric
    A specious obstruction

    Your semblances hit like a cordial dagger
    Your impetuous demeanor is angoric
    A superfluous cataleptic

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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