"One-third burbling, one-third filler, and one-third good writing." My English prof told me that about my poetry long ago. I'm still trying to sort out the trash from the treasures.
Sunday, December 23, 2007
to be continued . . .
to be continued . . . the never-ending story of our lives folded accordion style from the beginning of time as far as we can see and more beyond our wildest dreams there are no periods just commas and suspension dots . . .
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