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The Secret (Free verse) by ecargo

How it lies, heavy in my belly and breast: no pearl, but a stone, no open hand, but a fist, mine to carry, mine alone, to bury with the rest.

ecargo 21-Sep-06/2:12 PM
Hmmm . . . weep like the Walrus weeps, you mean? http://www.jabberwocky.com/carroll/walrus.html

Ah, those dashing prawnes prawnatroopers of the last Great War, with their jellyfish parachutes and swordfish bayonets.

Poemranker Tales (maybe it should be Follies?). ;-D I always did (mostly) like the self-referential stuff, when it was done well. Be interesting to see what you come up with!




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