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This poem is taken from PN Review 200, Volume 37 Number 6, June - July 2011.

Four Poems Sophie Hannah
The Whole World Knows

I wasn't going to say this, but I will:
The Bourne Identity is on TV.
Hills Road is flat and nowhere near a hill.
I often wish that Woodlands Surgery
Would hire Greg House and his long-suffering team:
Foreman, Chase, Cuddy, Cameron, Wilson too.
Don't tell me it's an unrealistic dream.
They don't exist, no, but the actors do
So something could be done, presumably
(Though I've heard Chase and Cameron make a bid
For freedom at the end of Season 3).
I wasn't going to say that but I did.

I wasn't going to say this but I will.
We hear that line and know what to expect:
Words that will shrivel us and drive a chill
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