Because we all want to write more poems.
This is not to say you are showboating.
More than a month since I've written a poem
While Old Man Clayton just keeps on rolling them out.
You and me, we sweat and strain,
While metaphors flow from the mouth of Old Man Clayton
Into the great sea of...
Of...
Something.
I grow weary and tired of trying
I resort to stealing lines from show tunes
But Old Man Clayton, he just keeps rolling,
He keeps on rolling out poems.
- Neil McKay's Shared Poems
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Clayton Medeiros
June 24, 2013
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Playing full time
Playing full time helps and reading a lot. The history of art and literature is one long story of theft and the theft is a good thing that artists understand.