Not overcooked. Not undercooked. Just all half-baked goodness in every write.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Walt Knew
The blade bends uncomplaining Not breaking and yet yielding Edgy in youth Indifference to a breeze that changes It cuts back and forth, a slice here A parry there No consequences No cares Just a wave goodbye And a wave hello Grows the green fellow
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