Ghettoed
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The Poet – Lost and found
The poet sat at his desk and stared blindly at the wall ahead. Its lost, lost, lost, he thought. Helplessly …
So, you think
I think – the thought swirls in my mind – it cavorts, stretches, extends its arms into an argument. It …
