bluffage brought roughage
to the cliff ridge
we held hands
and jumped
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the sieve and the sand 
Your last three have all been winners. I just hate commenting when I’ve been too busy/lazy (but mostly lazy) to be posting anything of my own. It doesn’t feel right. Ok then.
Top notch material though. Keep up the good work.
I kind of echo the same sentiment except that I am not particularly busy or lazy to post anything. The idea of writing poetry, or at least attempting it feels like death at the moment.
This time of the year is always dramatic for me, I am a sentimentalist of the worst kind. Besides, this year has been has the worst year ever. So I will be absent for a little while, until then happy holidays to all of you ! As for me, I’m off to slay, bury and mourn all this year’s terrible days so that I can leave them behind…
thanks eh
p.s. i write without any inspiration at all and hope for faint breaths of near-non-misery.
thankful when they come and your comments to let me kow.