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Comatose

COMATOSE Some call it verse without the rhyme Marcel Marceau without the mime The wasted words get joined in prose and leave me mostly comatose..... Yes busted prose is comatose like coffins in a hearse modern verse is for the crows for making nests or worse... so proze for those that wind it so, just can't get a handle on it, the modern world loves it though, i just can't place the grommet. Don Johnson 12-jul-11

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