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Everything is chide, and everything cliché quantity of the word, and only so many ways All the combinations, the puzzles and the riddles assembled and amassed, words caught up, in the middle Whether used, reused, over-used. or abused groaning upon the view, but still, slightly amused The combinations may be infinite and the lines and prose, articulate There can be no help for it a synaptic, burnt out indiscriminate insignificant impotent and indefinite light bulb sort of filament
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Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 8:24 AM UTC
Cliché today, in every, way
Everything is chide, and everything cliché quantity of the word, and only so many ways All the combinations, the puzzles and the riddles assembled and amassed, words caught up, in the middle Whether used, reused, over-used. or abused groaning upon the view, but still, slightly amused The combinations may be infinite and the lines and prose, articulate There can be no help for it a synaptic, burnt out indiscriminate insignificant impotent and indefinite light bulb sort of filament
If ya go down the same road too often, ya end up with a path on which nothing will grow, including poetry. I find that I have been guilty of this too :D
#clich#words#paths
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Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 8:24 AM UTC
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