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How Tragic: epistle (rubliw)
Dear Dick: That’s quite a trick, to make a story stick, dipped in pure bullshit two feet thick and built up solid brick by brick. Must say it makes me sick, you egocentric big prick. Dear Rich: I hate to … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, bullshit, consequences, ego, epistle, letters, poetic forms, regret, Richard Wilbur, rubliw
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