This is where my thoughts pool as a reservoir of miscellany and peculiarity. It's actually not my brain that's dripping -- it's my soul that's leaking.
It's really no big deal.
Okay...when I have to pull out the Webster three times in the first five lines...I stop reading. It just isn't fun. Poor reflection on me I suppose, but life is hard enough.
Those words were also unfamiliar to me. Maybe they are common British terms? I don't know. When I read this poem, I sort of let the context provide at least a vague understanding of those words. I skipped across their surface like a flat stone. :)
Okay...when I have to pull out the Webster three times in the first five lines...I stop reading. It just isn't fun. Poor reflection on me I suppose, but life is hard enough.
ReplyDeleteThose words were also unfamiliar to me. Maybe they are common British terms? I don't know. When I read this poem, I sort of let the context provide at least a vague understanding of those words. I skipped across their surface like a flat stone. :)
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