Poets dance,
but the times
call the tune.
The short line
must suffice
when the mass
of readers
mostly cannot
remember
anything more
valuable
than how much
money
they made
last year.
- mce
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Merely a holding cell for journal entries, wry observations, attempted witticisms, poems and random aphorisms. Sense of humor required. This is poetry, NOT biography. Please do not call 911, stage an intervention or suggest AA. Everyone deserves their own death, allow me mine. Tentative conclusions encouraged. Advice ignored. Absolute truths not welcome. Enlightenment unlikely. Play on.
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