Canto CCLXXXII

Sometimes I’m happier with the scent
of all those nappies worth of baby shit
than all the bitter bile that poets vent,

converted into snarking kilobytes.

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    Jun 07, 2012 @ 22:36:54

    There are good days and there are bad days.

    Reply

  2. Alex Williamson
    Jun 08, 2012 @ 15:09:05

    me too, hence i haven’t written bo diddly squat since may 2011 (though I do have a masters dissertation to pen).

    Reply

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