I remember a finer, golden age
When all things could be clearly understood
And callow youth would never cheek a sage
On the wisdom of elders, dare not intrude.
No more beautiful a tongue has been heard
Than English, foil of Shakespeare and Milton!
Treat with reverence each and every word
Care for your language like a son, my son.
Keep it tied up, dried out, trapped in a cell!
Evrythng evolves, the future wont wait
2 l8! LOL! lang is aliV, 3 & well
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I recently completed work on the Glasgow Poetry Society website including the entry system for the Edwin Morgan Poetry Competition.