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lament and retrograde

Member since 2003 · Posted 16 Sep 2003 · 6 comments

words quiet sighs chaining me yet, my hands are deformed not fit to hold pen or pencil with eyes non compos mentis directing its course obstinate, demand to be given a wheelchair since legs do not have strength to stand or walk. too proud to crawl

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[n/a] impert&ent 17-Sep-03/7:40 AM Reply

Tis fine. Even though I misread/rewrote the last line as I read it: Too proud to scrawl.

[n/a] DreamerSupreme › impert&ent 18-Sep-03/10:05 AM Reply

-smile- indeed, you are a poet. nice suggestion, but like nentwined said, it would require cutting/modifying the wheelchair bit.. hrmm.. i might write a second version.

thanks.

[8] DurtKL 17-Sep-03/12:57 PM Reply

pretty good stuff
hello

[n/a] DreamerSupreme › DurtKL 18-Sep-03/10:06 AM Reply

long time no see, where have you been?

[7] nentwined 17-Sep-03/6:22 PM Reply

I like 'too proud to scrawl' (as elsewhere read), though then the wheelchair might need something to replace it.

interesting, though. :) 7.

[n/a] DreamerSupreme › nentwined 18-Sep-03/10:06 AM Reply

thanks. :)