Introspection of poor writingA Poem by Robert Wlaschin
Paragraphs fell out of my brain, splatting on the paper like rotten tomatoes. The smell was hard to write out and took several drafts to hide; but even so it lingered, however so faintly, a mongrel dog begging not to be forgotten in the cold. His only company the flees that hop from one sentence to the next.
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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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