Burbles About Grim, But Not Itself Grim
Writing poetry today has been almost entirely either grim or about cats. The grim: Grim enough I'm saving it for print only, because it's just... grim. So, more coffee, a nap, and let's see if less grim follows.
...ok, at this point I just like the word grim, in much the same way Hobbes likes the word smock.
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