Word AdventureA Poem by Robert Wlaschin
My thoughts were written alive, hot and steaming from the end of my pen; instinctively, the story seemed to write itself, drawn out with each drop of ink. Rolling out a long bit of prose with a heroic period to fight off the villainous semi-colon for the affections of a beautiful comma; who was trapped between the circling sharks of independent clauses; only to be saved at the last predicate along with the world.
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1 Review Added on February 14, 2014 Last Updated on February 14, 2014 AuthorRobert WlaschinSanta Clara, CAAboutWho doesn't like to write? The long nights of homework. A forty page research paper on the taxonomy of volunteer work of frogs and pigs? A twenty page essay on how Huffman, Lincoln, or King attribu.. more..Writing
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