I think it particularly apt that, on the twists and twines of cheerful
reflections and unfashionable thoughts, we have ended up on the verge of
going to see a horror movie.
I have spoken to the local elves about this, while they were not busy
pretending to be bus-stops, and they assure me this is because of a certain
timorousness among today's poets, in being afraid of complaining about
Darwin's literary blindness, and thereby acquiescing to Extinctions of
Species.
Such as the Tawny Rogue Bard or the Greater Spotted Prophet.
Creatures whose habitats, like the elves, have been made marginal by the
Advancement of Science.
david bircumshaw
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