Instead of Nano

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Words for Wordsworth

The world is too much with me, late and soon,
Because of that, I'm crying like a loon.
Getting and spending I've laid waste my soul;
My life has slipped from under my control.
Nature dwells beyond my own front door;
I use the back. The green I see no more.
My heart is gone, replaced by pills and booze.
My head goes on the net's eternal cruise
Would I trade it for a proper woman's life
Living in a hut and only "someone’s wife"?
"Never" I shout, "No way will I return!"
Another way of life I now shall learn.
I'll be a Pagan with a creed reborn,
And see old Triton blow his wreathéd horn.