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A Good Man Ruined (Free verse) by Dovina

Working alone, the ace engineer gets it down. Like an artist of few mistakes, he conceives, births practical designs, buildable, awesome. Promoted and monied, he runs a team and thinks he can run the world. Off for himself now, fumbling, failing, fanatical, driving nails in what he could have designed, still unaware. It's the fault of a woman draftsman, he's told, but he knows it's his own damn fault.

Dovina 22-Jul-05/8:17 AM
Could be, but then it would end up a drinking man's crying song. Somehow, we have enough of those.




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