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A failed poet
once said,
“If I can’t
write poetry,
then indubitably,
I could only turn to
masticating veal,
swigging rum,
championing debauchery
with Junoesque lasses of Soho
and wagers on table,
all allied facets
of pleasant pleasurables,
liken to painting poetry –
judicious words
from an unfailed poet
in Sir Wormwood.”

To that,
perhaps amen.

Published in: on Thursday, October 18, 2007 at 11:59 pm  Comments (7)  

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  1. Oh I loved that! Brilliant! I love the philosophy of it!

  2. i’m glad you enjoyed it, Vanilla! that’s a great encouragement.

  3. I like it, too, very much, CS! The rhythm, the images, the feeling – all very good.

  4. you are nice, Vesper! thanks!

  5. I like the philosophy behind it, CS.

  6. thank you, Suzan! 🙂

  7. PS you’ve been given a “sweet award”! 😉

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