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			Some thinkers think they're thorough in their thought, 
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
	Yet ponder lazily, and thus for nought. "Simplify, simplify." The sound is nice, Though, if he meant it, why'd he say it twice? To prove his point, should not one time suffice? Between a hard place and the rocks, I'm walled-in by this paradox.  
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			Nicely Done Mr. T Poet! 
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
	and____ Arigato gozimasu Tanith Sincerely, Dafiddla  
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			What, 70+ hits, and only 2 replies?  C'mon, guys - don't want a flame-war, but what about a coupla sparks?  I'm not lookin' for kudos or Cubans here - smack me up aside the haid, knee me inna 'nads, whatever.  I'm a big boy. 
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
	Hey, if you think a poet is some pansy in purple pantaloons sipping jasmine tea and chewing on his calamus, then you don't know what's a poet. That is a poetaster, a poesy poseur, not a poet. Homer and Vergil were poets - they wrote of war and heroes. Dante and Milton were poets - they wrote of Heaven and Hell. Ezra Pound was one too, and the US Army thought he was so dangerous that they threw him into prison camp, then locked him in the loony bin! And damn near all of them wrote about sex. Poets have started more battles, and ended more wars, than did any general - check your history books. That's what poets do, and are. Gimme love, gimme hate, gimme you don't give a $#!+ - but gimme more than muteness.  | 
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			I thought all poets wear purple pantaloons  
		
		
		
		
		
		
			 
		
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			Most poetry is like most art to me. I don't get it, and I'm OK with that.  
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
	 
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	Cigar Asylum: A cigar board birthed without agendas, without profiting, and without advertisements. Amor puro Character is what you do when no one is watching  | 
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			 Feeling at Home 
			
			
			
				
			
			
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			I smoked a Gurkha in Nantucket, 
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
	Or tried to. I sat on a bucket With toes in the sand, Colibri in hand, But wind blew my ash off, so %^@# it.  | 
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