Revision 337
Although some assholes buried me,
I am not dead by half -
a poet's urge roars endlessly
to tweak this epitaph.
Revision 338
Although some assholes buried me,
I am not dead by half -
a poet must work endlessly
to tweak his epitaph.
Revision 339
Although Free-Versers buried me,
I am not dead by half -
Formalists live endlessly
in clever epitaph.
[This message has been edited by Michael Cantor (edited April 17, 2007).]
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