we were so lost
I mean, I was lost
lost and found I was
always lost wherever
whenever I was I was
lost and I'm lost now
where am I?
Reading Troilus and Cressida by Geoffrey Chaucer, trying to get the rhythm right - its rigorous rhyme royal, Chaucer pitching some curveballs, not the straight and narrow iambics.
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