He has a book between his hands
The third of three it is Ayn Rand’s
And with perfect posture, he stands
Around him theocrats and thugs
The rugs beneath their feet he tugs
And then a world changes, he shrugs
He has a book between his hands
The third of three it is Ayn Rand’s
And with perfect posture, he stands
Around him theocrats and thugs
The rugs beneath their feet he tugs
And then a world changes, he shrugs
Nice! That poem of Tennyson's is one of my favorites, too. :o)
ReplyDeleteThanks! Tennyson is not my favorite poet but he's great--and I need to read more of his poems.
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