Baby and the Failed PoetA Poem by Leslie Philiberta comedy of errorsI asked my son, a few hours after he was born, What is it like to be unborn? (I assumed that being unborn is like being not alive,a bit dead, and that life is like a slice of ham between two slices of bread. I wanted to get some advance information in the unlikely case that I might not always be alive). He turned green. He said something that sounded like doodledoodlegrumpfpoufmurfmurfmurf. He probably thought.: What have I done to deserve this ? Do I really have to be the son of a failed poet ?
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Added on June 7, 2012Last Updated on June 7, 2012 AuthorLeslie PhilibertBavaria, GermanyAboutI`m not important. I just want to write a couple of good poems. Just read what I write. That`s enough. more..Writing
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