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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3887 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Answered Naturally Gary Blankenship The answer, my friend is not in a tempest whistling across tin roofs, poppies that weep cut too soon, the breakfast smile of a Carolina girl, broken shells in the surf before a hurricane, plaster of paris buddhas the flip of a ace on Third Street and Main, dusty tomes and ancient incantations, frozen crevasses and pristine snow drifts, pink flamingos sin, salvation or the ordinary perfidy that rests midway between the poles, politicians, whores, preachers or carnie barkers, a leaf turned precisely when predicted. The answer, poet, is found in none of these or maybe all, mangled metaphors and silly similes, or the answer may be green letters penned on the back of a red tortoise printed on a yellow balloon tied to the arm of small boy and in the boy’s laughter. |
