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07:00 sparkles
For
Betsy:
sometimes
mostly always awakening I sense sparklers inserted ignited orifically
no body part harmed or despised all adored sparkles dancing in my
eyes hair aflame with impelled compulsion to write No chore Not
knowing how but why to author anything my delight lately discovered
realized
of
course but then the idea/ideal of poetry never occurred to me until a
certain someone not known before but seen a peer from high school
commented . . . you know it is 'like' . . . to be liked at least once
in a while Women are vastly superior compared fabulous to men in
that they themselves feel and say “OUCH!” or “WOW!” Least
once-in-awhile & she her WOW! Times THREE times over that ignited
this not immortal but molested 'prose poetry'?
“Writer/
Author?”
who
me?
how
now!
from
slumbered indifference
--C.
P. Scott
“Television?
The word is half Latin and half Greek. No good can come of it.”
--
C. P. Snow
"No
one is fit to be trusted with power. ... No one. ... Any man who has
lived at all knows the follies and wickedness he's capable of. ...
And if he does know it, he knows also that neither he nor any man
ought to be allowed to decide a single human fate."
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