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I’m weary of trying to continue to word-my-way into some sort of clarity about this imperiled planet, and the sickening breed intent upon its ruin. My former ruse---assonance and alliteration---seem not to hold the water that once floated my messy, mixed-up metaphors. So…my creator-fuse is soddened this mornin’ So be it. All literature will soon enough be stardust. It is waste of good fishing time. 
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Goody
4/6/2018 04:28:11 pm
Grant, you keep us on edge, put us in our place, share your innermost feelings, send us on journeys of the heart,soul and mind... You pull us into your insanity and then push us back to the reality of this crazy world that we see today... we've cried for Carmen, enjoyed summer camp, and dammit, we all wanna come on down to the Sunshine State... (Hell, just look at the influx of new residents every day-ya think we need more golf courses?) I digress... Leave a Reply. |
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