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[ on trying to get published, but first getting past agents and editors ] Outside the gate he sits and waits Protects and guards his lord’s estates. Make sure that no-one gets inside Until the rules are satisfied. A man with words comes to this place The castle ward he hears the case: Oh please inspect this work of mine, I'm sure your boss will think it’s fine. The guard he hums, the guard he haws We’ll have to take some time to pause We think perhaps, well just maybe We're not quite sure, we’ll have to see. The guard he sends a message out This wouldn’t work, too great our doubt And so the lord he never knows What worthy work he thus foregoes.
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