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*An unholy indisposition to everything sublime. A tight knot In the pit of the mind’s stomach That instantaneously churns whenever any literary aim Crosses it Transcending all “schools” of thought Known and imaginable to man. Thoughts go a muck And in no time bit by bit A mouthwatering piece is birthed and it’s so much fun*
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Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 9:44 AM UTC
Slave to rhyme.
*An unholy indisposition to everything sublime. A tight knot In the pit of the mind’s stomach That instantaneously churns whenever any literary aim Crosses it Transcending all “schools” of thought Known and imaginable to man. Thoughts go a muck And in no time bit by bit A mouthwatering piece is birthed and it’s so much fun*
Rhyme's simply sublime and seldom leaves a lime aftertaste in one's 'literary' taste buds
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Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 9:44 AM UTC
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