A Eulogy Burned In Efigy?

A Final Foray I hope and pray


"Crashed and dashed; sliced from right ear to left nipple, this verbal cripple, feeling the ripples of discontent, after paying life's dues and Y/A rent; dismounts his poetic steed, weary and wary of further need and moves on."

As someone I love with all my heart just reminded me, every sandbox can be infested with Fleas.

Steven Wolf

60 years as a writer

SunDancer2009-08-25T11:03:04Z

Favorite Answer

In no poetic terms, my answer is.. Some things must die, for others to live.

Peace...and Hugs!