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Poetry Critical 2.0
Hey guys, Donald here.
In a few weeks, this site will be 9 years old. 9 years! And I still know some of the earliest submissions by heart.
But, boy. That’s like 102 in web-years. So it’s time for something new. I’m building that something now with my nights-and-weekend minutes (and plenty of coffee). Buy me a cup?
Development updates from Twitter:
Mother, I had a thought today,
that maybe the sun sets to the West,
because it's never tried another way,
That it's freedom to choose,
is as real as me being free,
Even the sky deviates from blue,
as a sunlit rain stripes it with hope,
or angry storms turn it green to cope.
As day turns to night,
into the dark escapes light,
unharnessed is the pitch black of the sky.
I can not be consistent like the sun,
but persistent like the sky,
to expose my true feelings.
When day turns to night,
I must be free to take flight,
after the light to find an answer.
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