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But Not Mute

My foe, shivering I drew my sword, glistening Swooning dead away, he, hushed... Over to him, ran I, swashbuckling... Arising he, screaming madly... Deaf, I

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Michelle Faulkner

Date: 6/28/2019 11:44:00 PM

I like how the last line loops to connect the title, and makes it a circular thought, clever, gw!

Gershon Wolf
Date: 6/29/2019 10:50:00 PM

I love it when you see more than I do in what I write...That's called 'success,' methinks. Your comment is hereby treasured! Best wishes, gw

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 6/28/2019 4:42:00 AM

It would be no fun at all to not hear the scream when you are swashbuckling. Trixie and I are horrified, thinking how sad this would be when a scream is what you truly yearn for.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 6/28/2019 10:09:00 AM

Yes, we all scream for ice cream. :) gw