Inanities grow wearisome to mill away the muse with surface grit that soon abrades my shield; left raw by jagged odium I sputter like the fuse that longs to spark this ordnance I wield.
I always aim to be direct but dread that fierce recoil effect.
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Anonymous
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Hey Bob,
it's good to see you back and writing again. Hope you had a good holiday.
4 comments:
Hey Bob,
it's good to see you back and writing again.
Hope you had a good holiday.
Shirley
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