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same reason sometimes my signature is Malcontent’s Ghost.
There is a book, released through creative commons, anthology Holy Tango of literature by Francis Heaney
What if poets wrote poems that were anagrams of their names?
ERROL FLYNNS NOT DEAD
ALFRED LORD TENNYSON
He grabs the rope with withered hands,
Swings through the air and softly lands;
Girt with a silver sword he stands.
That rotting man is Errol Flynn;
He bares a grey and toothless grin,
And like a zombie eats my skin.