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Post by alexwriter on Dec 26, 2006 21:48:50 GMT -5
Incomplete Idiot I thought I was done that I was the one my accounts were squared to my surprise when I tried to move ahead, get out of bed I was snared nailed to the floor My eyes are not mine my brain is too tame my game is not the same Alex Vivid is Mike's complaint that I pull my load that I write fiction he improves my diction my goals, my predilections He says we can sell if ourselves we can jell for it is my fate to write float ideas on a kite into the heavens where bookish oafs sell paper hearts and other parts of our devising Mike can't get ahead without me in his head functioning clock-like ticking, conspicuous not pernicious, not suspicious If our efforts mesh best at our behest If I move and groove like he says I can I can use my words raise us up from paper cup and muddy water to cut glass I.W. Harper first class not tied to the mast going down with the ship and ending up with zip Alex 04/09/06
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Post by Mel on Dec 28, 2006 9:55:48 GMT -5
you have some good writings....
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