Saturday, April 11, 2015

Widdershins Writing


I don't know why I write, or what I write, but I done writ it anyways. I writ a Russia piece. There went the poem a day shebang. Writing is widdershins, or contrarywise, at best. It wants what it wants When it wants... And that's that. How about them apples?

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