Me in the vocative! I like your poem Karlien, there're some properly
quick and dynamic speech shifts; its swift ironies don't undercombust or
wilt.
But ah, come on, these backs and forths aren't up to -that- much if
anything "in the eyes of the poor" (which eyes do you mean? -The- eyes?),
and personal comforts are hardly a crying shame, maybe they should be
taxed up and depersonalised, coerced into some/whichever plumed and
pseudoascetic marching band (to have fun with the image a little).
Missions are still marked up readily. And maybe it's too ready an initial
irony to tap the elistist reflex even now. Finally besides: fun is a
broader issue, there can be further lingering over its f and sink
if drunk is an excuse drunk, k
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