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Poetry Critical 2.0
Hey guys, Donald here.
In a few weeks, this site will be 9 years old. 9 years! And I still know some of the earliest submissions by heart.
But, boy. That’s like 102 in web-years. So it’s time for something new. I’m building that something now with my nights-and-weekend minutes (and plenty of coffee). Buy me a cup?
Development updates from Twitter:
|Small Gorilla Garage, hidden Penelope (Analyzing a jean-yes)|
Danger! Danger! screams the man with no eye choking on his on throat giving lessons to the messenger, beat him up! Beat him up again! Flip the over turn the sea waves hi! And tock ticks again. Leave it on the floor, give me fight and the faith, dress me in a coat, dress me in a fire.
Ill never talk in the night, laying down, eyes never cook, always baking dimes.
Once upon moo and tire a dripping la la la took me for granted and asked me for my right finger gave him a wrong, obviously it was wrong, turned down nose and a slightly shady grinny grin took me from a life took me from a bill fold took me away.
Now ill never talk in the night, talk to the moon. Questions have infected my emancipated brain wave. (Jolly harmony) ew who who who…..
Sweet retribution, sweet candy bar anything, I cannot smell nor taste my life, give me a face a name. Cockle comrade taken my fate dividend my sole is nay – fore now.
Thank you… asphalt didn’t sooth that easily nor did tree bark settle.
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