Perhaps that is the poetic justice in having the excessive gift of a hundred legs -- or for that matter a hundred eyes -- the gentle Muse can always put them all out of commission with a weapon no more menacing than a pillow.
(Swell reading, Vassilis. Proof that the poet has survived!)
Speak indeed, and we will listen.
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ReplyDeleteWhat more could a reticent heart ask for? And for this I thank you.
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Perhaps that is the poetic justice in having the excessive gift of a hundred legs -- or for that matter a hundred eyes -- the gentle Muse can always put them all out of commission with a weapon no more menacing than a pillow.
ReplyDelete(Swell reading, Vassilis. Proof that the poet has survived!)
Thanks for your kind words, Tom, and for keeping an eye out for me!
ReplyDeleteNo problem, Vassilis, I have at least ninety-nine to spare (that's what centuries of insomnia can do for an old watchdog).
ReplyDeleteMight Cerberus be your middle name?
ReplyDeleteCaught out, the old multiple-personality curs sniveled in ragged unison, "Our bytes are worse than our barks".
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