A warning:
Will somebody please think of the books?!
At a recent lecture I attended, I realized that I’m dating the deceased 19th-Century, forward-thinking poet. Chedner sure has a lot going for him, and it struck me that he has a lot in common with her. Brilliant, somewhat anti-social, beautiful and enigmatic.
Dickinson’s Rules for Writing (by P. Crumbley):
After the lecture, I came to the speaker and mentioned the striking resemblance Chedner holds to Dickinson in mind, passion, and pen. His response: “You’re fortunate to know such a person: I’d like to meet someone like that.”
I’m a lucky guy.
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On my way to work I spotted a sign:
On my way to work I spotted a sign
And on this sign was written something asinine:
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