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Wednesday, 19 January
It has been a week since
It is true that I left you
One night was spent carousing with friends
I forget who.
This is why we blog. For these
On another night, we had dinner with
It is humorous!
The small Spanish food was uncommonly good,
I do not know. But it was a good meal,
Days later, we watched an entertainment,
I must leave off ere I stray into waters
(And yet I must confess it to be a
How did you live before without
Ah, but in truth, I do confess that I
That I was not moved to write; nor move,
Perhaps you should just sit around.
I will try not to listen to that voice,
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You know, if this blog thing doesn't work out, you could always try your hand at poetry.
Oh wait, that doesn't make money, either. Right. Carry on.
You know what they say - Absence makes the head grow fondant. You have ably proven this aphorism. Ny deepest sympathies to you.
Damn, I was kind of hoping you went away to another country again. I was looking forward to reading about the cabbies in Minsk or Budapest. I'm sure that former Iron Curtain countries have far more brutal taxi drivers than London, a city full of British people.
That was flawless. Thank you.
perfect. very impressive.
Jesus: Nabakov, Shakespeare, and wet crotches. I bet if you submitted this and your wife's birthday poem in a portfolio, you could get into my old MA program.
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