new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
Ah, VassilisI'm afraid we're too far lost in the digital age for that. A scrap, a scrap, a kingdom for a scrap!
Those grubby poets, always on the prowl for clean sheets to soil!
You've just made me a convert--here's my vow: "Yea, I trust in the lords of the digital chips and therein do I rejoice, for verily I shall be fed byte-by-byte till I drop dead from virtual surfeit."
Ah yes, those sheets of mine, Tom--thankfully, there are people out there telling me to clean up my act--much obliged!
Ah, Vassilis
ReplyDeleteI'm afraid we're too far lost in the digital age for that. A scrap, a scrap, a kingdom for a scrap!
Those grubby poets, always on the prowl for clean sheets to soil!
ReplyDeleteYou've just made me a convert--here's my vow: "Yea, I trust in the lords of the digital chips and therein do I rejoice, for verily I shall be fed byte-by-byte till I drop dead from virtual surfeit."
ReplyDeleteAh yes, those sheets of mine, Tom--thankfully, there are people out there telling me to clean up my act--much obliged!
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