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AN AMPERSAND &... An & and an & and another. I fill up the page build a wall of &’s I’ve always loved their variousness this the sharp contraction of the simple “and.” &&&&&&&&&& &&&&&&&&&& &&&&&&&&&& &&&&&&&&&& &&&&&&&&&& &&&&&&&&&& My writer’s block hides behind my wall of **** ampersands. Suddenly the words break through my man-made ampersand wall! “Thought I’d almost lost you there sunshine!” the poem beams. “Ok, words! Let’s get to work here!” “Hup hup let’s get this poet up and running!” The poem puts the pen in my hand puts the pen to the page. “Ok son…get on with it!” And the hand remembers by candlelight how it all happened one day in …French. The poet goes & makes a cup of Cocoa. The page reads the poem over to itself. “Not bad…not bad!” the page laughs to itself. “Poets! Ha! Who’d ‘ave ‘em!” VERRE D'EAU il pleut dans le verre d'eau oubliée remplir à craquer le verre vide maintenant renversée par la pluie féroce scintillant dans le soleil une coccinelle rampe à l'intérieur cet univers de verre le chant des oiseaux tombe sur l'herbe mouillée
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May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 3:30 PM UTC
AN AMPERSAND &...
AN AMPERSAND &... An & and an & and another. I fill up the page build a wall of &’s I’ve always loved their variousness this the sharp contraction of the simple “and.” &&&&&&&&&& &&&&&&&&&& &&&&&&&&&& &&&&&&&&&& &&&&&&&&&& &&&&&&&&&& My writer’s block hides behind my wall of **** ampersands. Suddenly the words break through my man-made ampersand wall! “Thought I’d almost lost you there sunshine!” the poem beams. “Ok, words! Let’s get to work here!” “Hup hup let’s get this poet up and running!” The poem puts the pen in my hand puts the pen to the page. “Ok son…get on with it!” And the hand remembers by candlelight how it all happened one day in …French. The poet goes & makes a cup of Cocoa. The page reads the poem over to itself. “Not bad…not bad!” the page laughs to itself. “Poets! Ha! Who’d ‘ave ‘em!” VERRE D'EAU il pleut dans le verre d'eau oubliée remplir à craquer le verre vide maintenant renversée par la pluie féroce scintillant dans le soleil une coccinelle rampe à l'intérieur cet univers de verre le chant des oiseaux tombe sur l'herbe mouillée
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May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 3:30 PM UTC
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