As Such, A Simile; As Much, A Sonnet
~ There was a Man, an old man now, as angry then, as angry now about what Happened by Such, on Such: Thus, much Unjust still leaves Nonplussed, as such back Then as much as Now. […] Continue reading
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Hair of the Hound
~ My old dogs are chums, the best chums of mine; I have not just one, but of two. They’re both a kind quite fine I find – at my age, good friends are few. We’re walking the block, our diurnal walk, down a street that all call Calhoon, when all of a sudden, from […] Continue reading
