The harsh mistress that I am with the word slaves, I looked at the new poem, and could see that the verse boats were drifting lazily. ~ So, out with the whip, and a cutting crack ..... "Row, you lazy word slaves, put ya backs into it, or ya will be left to drift from sight." ~ There is refining to do, to make a better poem. ~ I dance with words, but when it comes to putting them to work, pity the poor sods. ~ They will all thank me later ..... for making far better words of them. ~ Am I a word gorian?
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