He, Diogenes

A Poem by Daniel Sutheran

No want for florid verse -

if I am witty by chance now,

we all die whatever.

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I hope you meant this to be funny, because I can't quit snickering. I mainly write stories, you see.

Thanks, Samuel. There is a definite kind of humour intended in this, so I'm happy you appreciate it... read more

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Added on May 2, 2015
Last Updated on May 2, 2015
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Hello. Aspiring composer and artist with a love of botany, clarinets and kimonos. more..

He is dead and gone

Sound

Languid scratches