Heard about a poet.
English chap, I’m told.
Left messages in poems.
Protected in simple code.
Many failed to find them.
Years went by until he passed.
Why no one ever saw them.
I never thought to ask.
First, I thought “Too clever”.
Everyone missed the clues.
Perhaps, nobody listened.
Only husbands have the blues.
I’m sure someday they’ll find him.
Somewhere in the fields.
Only time will tell, I guess.
Never drop your shields.
Even when you think it’s safe,
Don’t ever be too sure.
Many men have gone before.
Ever thinking they’re secure.
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