PoemA Poem by Ken e BujoldIf I am circumspect, it is because I have been circumcised. Snipped, slashed, and lacerated. Circumscribed
to fit the esthetic of a construct, brevity’s beguilement. To say one simple something, without waste. The precision of concision, one mind’s I against the
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6 Reviews Added on April 5, 2023 Last Updated on April 5, 2023 AuthorKen e BujoldSomewhere in Ontario, CanadaAboutWriters write, it's what we do. Fish swim, woodpeckers peck... writers scribble (inside and outside the lines). more..Writing
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