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I absolutely love this poem–1st word to last. =D> =D>
Lovely.
If this were being read to me aloud at a ubiquitous Bohemian coffeehouse, I would be a beatnik cat snapping my fingers --snap-snap snappity-snap snap-- along to the cadance. I am not worthy. You have written one of those magical poems we all strive to write where it opens strong and closes strong and its middle doesn’t drag along. It’s a great metaphor for the world we live in today. Andy Warhol wsa almost right, but it’s 15-seconds, not minutes, of fame nowadays.
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Thanks, all. I was a bit nervous about even posting this one. It’s a bit more “obvious” and literal compared to my usual thoughts.
Sometimed the cigar just has to be a cigar as Freud - quoting him sideways.
und, howw didd daht mekh yooo feeel?,
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