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There’s No Such Thing As A Free Innis #poetry #poem #wbyeats

Continuing my rewriting of the nation’s favourite poems, today we corrupt W.B. Yeats’ bit of fluff The Lake Isle Of Innisfree. Here’s a link to the original if you’re unfamiliar with it (lucky you). I almost studied this for my … Continue reading

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