Elegy Written in a Country Courtyard
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The curfew knells the toll of partying day,
The braying horde creeps slowly o'er the lea,
The cowboy homeward plods his dreary way,
And leaves the world to Reacher and to me.
I came to bury Reacher, not to praise him,
But fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray,
For here was the noblest military policeman of them all,
The first best-seller to be written entirely by a robot.
Have you read any of these? We haven't, but there are a great many so it would be good if you think we'd enjoy them.
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