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“This does not qualify.” “Your credits have not been taken away.” “Your credits have been taken away.” I see that everywhere One has the chance to be humbled and educated. Personally, I welcome all reviews. Being nobody. Even one that only says “done” That I can make neither head nor tail of The first part of which seems to have come Somewhere else in a comment. But I see that all are not so catholic In their taste or views. Poets are not always critics And do know how to appreciate. I never ...

“This does not qualify.” “Your credits have not been taken away.” “Your credits have been taken away.” I see that everywhere One has the chance to be humbled and educated. Personally, I welcome all reviews. Being nobody. Even one that only says “done” That I can make neither head nor tail of The first part of which seems to have come Somewhere else in a comment. But I see that all are not so catholic In their taste or views. Poets are not always critics And do know how to appreciate. I never ...

she sits elsewhere submit-saves these poems almost a poem a minute -"a stranger to my eyes?"- appears as if by a spell i read to write reviews good and bad earn a few urbis credits unlock my reviews but become spellbound "nothing to change" i'm forced to type nothing to say they are just once too often word perfect reworked many times? great? mediocre? i really don't know i'm just a poet though once i was more and what the hell is this? you’re only nineteen. f from someplace i don’t think i k...

“This does not qualify.” “Your credits have not been taken away.” “Your credits have been taken away.” I see that everywhere One has the chance to be humbled and educated. Personally, I welcome all reviews. Being nobody. Even one that only says “done” That I can make neither head nor tail of The first part of which seems to have come Somewhere else in a comment. But I see that all are not so catholic In their taste or views. Poets are not always critics And do know how to appreciate. I never ...

“Memory’s a stranger, history’s for fools” – Roger Waters 1.Advent The showers began from the middle. Clouds billowing, downwards and up - They kept opening & closing their mouths. Goldfish behind glass, in the aquarium. I heard no sound. Things moved, not moving; as in poetry and when timelessness is caught on celluloid - The buildings became branches in a storm. Leaves falling from on high - Galileo’s feather and ball? - & when they hit the ground, turned red. Two giraffes, sideways, sidere...