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I guess i'm just destined to miss a lot of things. I thought this one was about football, and the relationship between runner and tackler--not that that situation would not be archetypal (which I thought it was), and I thought that's what you might have been thinking about because I dont't normally think about sports.
Meanwhile I'm still doing a little ruba-dub-dub with Archimedes in the tub, seeing who can dispalce more water (or suds). I'm still appoaching Pt 3. Let me know if you're still open for a read, if ever I start arriving to it.
Who knows. Mayvbe if we push our noses against the mirror, we might suprise our faces...and wouldn't that change history!
posted by
jfm32
on September 27, 2010 at 3:28 PM
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Explosive ending that gave great credence to the poem! BRAVO!!! sam
posted by
sam444
on September 22, 2010 at 10:22 AM
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This should have the reader on the edge of one's seat...
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on September 21, 2010 at 8:32 PM
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Re: Trying to decipher the 'he'
If you want the "behind the scenes", it was really just my wayward kitten running impossibly through every crevice in the house, while my graceful shepherd playfully and accurately pursued him. However; upon starting it, I decided to take a darker turn, and it became a real game of life-threatening pursuit.
posted by
calia14
on September 21, 2010 at 7:46 PM
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Trying to decipher the 'he'
posted by
Straightforward
on September 21, 2010 at 7:24 PM
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That's quite a poem.
I'm glad that stalker is not after me.
posted by
TAPS.
on September 21, 2010 at 6:46 PM
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