“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Tuesday, January 12, 2016
Ben Thare II
Been there, have you?
Done that, did you?
Why (not) bother
Practice make (less than) perfect
pitch a no-hitter-you must
(pay) Play to win
dry runs and walk-throughs
for the Final (test only)
of Faith and aversion
to Failure who
(makes) grades
and Frames
nth degrees
Proudly
Been meaning
to askew
how it (all)
Went
Wrong all along
I thought We
were straight?
Image by Édouard Manet [Public domain], In the Conservatory, 1879 via Wikimedia Commons.
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