Mrs.cramer wrote a pretty awesome post about poetry that everyone should read.

I figured I'd throw the link up here so you can see it in case it gets buried. And lost. In the depths of the internet.

And here it is:

Every now and again they tried to sneak in through the cracks, but it was far to urgent now. There wasn't any time to do that.

It was now or never. Lumbering machine, laughing and roaring all at once. Quite an abrupt stop. To market to market.

.....in my mind's eye, I breath sulfer smoke, la ...

I added a little more toward the end, so that there was a better connection with the beginning.

Ahem. SO, that last comment I recieved was interesting to say the least, lmao.

I still need a little help with the bolded area near the bottom, but I'm kind of stumped right now, and I feel like I ...

I walk longer today than I usually do. I wander all the way down to the cemetery and spend a short time walking through a few graves of people I don't know. Is it sadder to visit someone you know who has died, or to not know the people whose graves you wander through? My relatives are not in thi ...

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