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Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.
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More in poems I believed(I'm just trying to write something, but it needs so much work, any suggestions on improvements or what's lacking?)
she made the sun rise for 5 yrs Caterpillars found new skin and slowly learned to fly inside her brownstone on Ella Grasso Blvd. Where the smells of earth grounded me And no one had to die
 Suter Bill - It's honestly difficult to offer suggestions without knowing a bit more than what is implied (which appears to be the death of a respected/beloved family member or friend with a hint of the requisite god-like powers that childhood might impute upon such a figure). As it stands, it's a fine introduction to a longer work. Bill |
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