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Post by Ivan Carswell on Mar 7, 2009 16:09:34 GMT -5
If it is too complex to understand in embrace of four glasses of gin you have a problem
Like ‘esoteric’ concerns poets own; secret or highly confidential feelings you’re usually persona non gratia to
Or were meant to be. But here, at gin #5, you realise – it is the scent of a ripe Jack Fruit on the bench
Right next to the gin, now empty, right where it should be to invite unrestrained gustatory reflex... © 2 March 2009, I. D. Carswell
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Post by Bernard Alain on Mar 8, 2009 0:59:15 GMT -5
the poetry is just rockin' in the forum these days Ivan, this one no exception ... up she goes
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Post by Ivan Carswell on Mar 8, 2009 19:23:26 GMT -5
Thanks Bernie - and it did take that last gin to work out what the damn thing was!
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