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Post by Ivan Carswell on Dec 11, 2007 5:04:23 GMT -5
Another day where plagiarists play mind games & disaffected poets grind blunted vegetarian teeth; a smile of blank pages I’ll try to fill churchless and blind on an uninspired Sunday.
Flying with the not-so-new news young readers find delight reading poems lost to antiquity – but still bearing my name. They say kind things truncated, at least it seems nice, no suggestions otherwise.
Back to the grindstone where grit and grist combines in sour-dough expressions of disbelief – surely a rogue ingredient effected this! To the recipe in amazement, too late now to change the basic mix.
Need more meat in the diet – the pungency of razor insight died with spiritless conversation and greens doused in spicy balsamic blight, fresh picked herbs and all those nice ecliptic things. © 13 November 2007, I. D. Carswell
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