Votes. Best of.
Major list and
awards-- "goes to..."
etc. You have seen the show
before. We all have.
"Right now you like me; you like me."
Well, they did. Then. Now
they have no idea
who you are. And so it goes.
Field, Lincoln, Liston
and Soros. Ozymandias even.
Name change first. Then obscurity.
Finally a fade
to, what else? You know how it goes.
Well, it looks like I've majorly lapsed on the poem-a-day habit. Not to worry. I'm taking a short break to finish the Balkey story line....
“What,” the young, scarred and scabbed Scib said, “did Mr. Pin calm him – Bixson-” And Balkey closed the gap as soon as the word left the...
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