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The Poet |
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Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
He was a poet gnarled fingers bonded to molded plastic a dime store pen attempting to pass for a feathered quill his mind raced in figure eights returning to whence he came each beginning identical to the same nothingness that intersected then expanded exponentially to return to nothingness (is there no ink?) to whence he came he was a poet. |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Interesting weave of thought...enjoyed your muse. |
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