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A Thing Gets Old: ottava rima
A thing gets old because it starts out young and in the spring has little or no care; of consequence and karma, yet unsprung in early life, it remains unaware. Perhaps in early August, comes a sign: an aching in … Continue reading
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Cannon fodder: an ottava rima
Praise the Lord and birth more cannon fodder! Perpetuate our species, one and all! Salvation’s army needs our sons and daughters; don’t fret, you may reclaim them when they fall. Desist from that sad mewling! ‘Tis not slaughter! They fight … Continue reading