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Thursday, January 19, 2017
2 at Mezzo Cammin
4 comments:
Alas, I must once again remind large numbers of Chinese salesmen and other worldwide peddlers that if they fall into the Gulf of Spam, they will be eaten by roaming Balrogs. The rest of you, lovers of grace, poetry, and horses (nod to Yeats--you do not have to be fond of horses), feel free to leave fascinating missives and curious arguments.
I like the boat poem, but the Maundy Thursday poem is fantastic. Thanks for pointing us to them! I love the way you use details, the specificity.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Scott! I take that as high compliment from you.
DeleteI wish it sounded more like the gushing it is. I have no idea why you aren't more famous.
DeleteOh, how lovely--thank you.
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