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Post by kellygreen on Jul 28, 2009 9:00:44 GMT -5
Grub Street, where sots drink ink from nearly dry pens and pass themselves off as gentlemen.
Where ladies don preferred words under red lights, scribing about their earthly delights.
Low-enders resolve to evolve from whence they came, for time in the ditches surely enriches
the stories they tell despite where they dwell.
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Post by polonius on Jul 29, 2009 5:49:36 GMT -5
This is a very original and articulate approach Kelly. It reminds me somehow of the "Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock". There are a good many layabouts and parasites who seek to profit from their unproductivity, either through cant confessions or by aggrandising their misdeeds or opportunism. A genuinely thought provoking little work.
EXALT
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matw63
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Post by matw63 on Jul 29, 2009 9:41:14 GMT -5
Kelly - This is a gem and well worthy of an exalt and MORE!
THis is a dark little piece, that is both thought provoking and real.
Superb writing
Mat
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Ebonfire
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Post by Ebonfire on Jul 31, 2009 7:22:19 GMT -5
I loved the style and flavor Kelly. I don't know the place but you gave me a good view. Well done. Exalt (may have to return)
Ebonfire
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