You'll never understand what I am saying, you have to know me to do a proper line to line? No one even tries looking beyond my imagery. Extreme Horror is a dying art form, I write a new form of splatterpunk anyways. Evolution may revive the corpse.
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5. Poetry is cake on a golden platter, eaten with fork, spoon, butter knife or greedy hands.
Robert J. Lindley
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Craig, if fish and chips matter-Then, by all means, change the batter-Especially if it sinks the platter-But if it doesn't then why the chatter-I would be biased to tell the nonsecular to scatter-When their words, take hills of grief and makes them flatter-
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"Don't worry about things that don't matter you probably already have enough on your platter
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