by Middleagepoet
I was on the edge of my seat, glued to my screen, reading.
...in every way....and boy, the style and phrasing have a strong air of familiarity to them! A wonderful read.
reminds me of my A&P class?I can almost smell the formaldehyde. Great work, much enjoyed.
all I can say is Yes, this was brilliant. wtg middleagepoet (I almost wrote new age poet) I dont think poets get to be middle aged. I think maybe we are born old and then work our way back to be as smart as we were when we were born, and then poof! we are gone. So word to the wise poets, take your freaking time. And read middleaged poets stuff. I like it.
But in this day and age I just can't help but wonder,
What would happen if old Albert started playing with text messages...
Oh, what a friend is Albert. Watching but never telling secrets.
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 34,000 poems.
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