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You Won't Find It on The Map

We live not inland, but on the beach, where splashing waves and sand crabs reach. So, we style the place we dwell Outland, where people's ears are filled with sand. Like English, our cuisine is blandish, but our languish is Outlandish.

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Gershon Wolf

Date: 6/5/2025 7:46:00 PM

Enjoyed this little romp, David. What say you enter it in one of Line Gauthier's 'Small Bite' contests? -- six lines or less of 'whatever.' ~ gw

David Crandall
Date: 6/6/2025 3:37:00 PM

Glad you liked it. Hmm, I might. Thanks for the suggestion, because I can't tell which of my poems are better than others. Without knowing it, Line's training me to write 6 liners. I like to write short poems, and I seem to either stretch them or shrink them, in case I might want to use them for her contests, and strangely enough, now I automatically write 6 lines without thinking - lol.