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Old. (Weary).
'So that's it then?'
Sighed the old creature, his
Ears filled with regret's solemn song,
'All there is? A short path
And none the easier for it.
Perhaps a cockroach
At the end of the world
Would have a better road to travel.'
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| stirs the imagination! Really good work. |
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Comment by: karjon - 2007-05-08 16:25
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'his
Ears filled with regretâ??s solemn song'
Great line, Costa. A bit bleak, in general, though - you okay, pet?
Enjoyed is the wrong word - can I go for appreciated and understood? And I'm soooo much older than you.
Cheers
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Comment by: tcbswan - 2007-04-28 01:37
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something about a long day...isn't there? nice--reads like a story, concise, real and thought provoking. i think we are like cockroaches at some point, rushing around trying to get ours, scattering when the lights come on--smile. nicely done! thanks for the read.
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Comment by: costa - 2007-04-27 05:04
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Can you pass me down that shovel, Milner? I'm pretty sure I can keep digging this hole, maybe come out the other side...
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Wot, an old roach like me?
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