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The Kings of Paradise (Other) by Spindle

Dark as night with the day's own light the rays flicker and fall. In the dim below all things do glow the same one and all. Here Royals hold court on the proud wooden support yet never knowing they're there. None of them caring, yet all of them sharing that same knowing stare. In front of their face roam jesters in lace dancing round like the smoke in the sky. But suddenly light gives them a good fright and they all must say goodbye.

zodiac 10-Apr-04/12:50 PM
Of course all poetry is guff. But it's guff you can make a comfortable living from if you learn to do it right, and I find it slightly more respectable than developing new extra-destructive explosives or some strain of supercholera or predicting stock futures or buying bankrupt people's houses for massively profitable resale - all of which are also guff to the max. And literature (and the requirement that it be taught to children) has a net liberalizing effect on the world, which I think is supremely useful and non-guff. -10-




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