I slept with despair too..: I slept with despair too.
Many years ago, I slept with despair of girls I picked up in a bar. Two sisters.
Wow! It was incredible!
I'll never forget it!
Oh, I liked your poem, by the way.
I can think of someone…: I can think of someone who needs a swift kick
She makes some people sick
She has a boyfriend who's a chief
From her we can't get no relief
You can try to e-mail her
Or you can impale her
If your pants don't fit
And you need to let the waist out
No, not let the waste out
You're thinking of pooping
What?
So what?
No, not so what
Sew what?
What?
Who sews what?
A whaler?
A sailor?
A blackmailer?
Forget it...
Who are we to Judge Love?..: Who are we to Judge Love?
Take a look and see
I'm nothing to him and
He's nothing to me
I'm not sure about you
Is he someone you knew?
https://trellis.law/judge/laurence.l.love
For quite some time I have: For quite some time I have loved your theological insights; and this one is one of your best. To receive comments like this from you is, indeed, a very high privilege and a superlative gift for which I am humbly grateful.
Beautiful, just beautiful..: Beautiful, just beautiful. Expresses my feelings precisely. Hopefully we'll have time to discuss it further when we're both in the re-education camp. See you there!
What amazing insight into: What amazing insight into your world. Trixie must be a very addictive person, one that you can never ever ever get enough of. How lucky is the person to have Trixie!
This is an epic poem, an: This is an epic poem, an accumulation of verbally skilled phrases---some delightfully beautiful, some achingly beautiful, but all beautiful, and all giving full evidence of your superlative artistry as a Poet. I cannot imagine how much time, or how much preparation, went into the composition of this great achievement; but I can see the great effects on the very screen in front of me. The poem's purpose is disclosed in the final three lines, and these lines draw all the others together in a perfected orbit. I was once told or read---so long ago I cannot now cite the source---that the purpose of Poetry is to show how efficiently, effectively and intensely the language can work, and be worked: and this poem demonstrates that to the Nth degree.