So, another apad draws to a close..clink clank clunk go the chains drawing the curtain close. As some of the more discerning of you may have noticed, the truth is that I am not really that much of a poet. I think it goes along with being a relatively shallow sort of phouka altogether.
A good thing altogether then that I can cheat so easily. I spend my life surrounded by poetry. For people are poetry, in themselves and in their actions with each other. The more life they have (so to speak) the more poetry there is. And if that sounds like I am describing much of my flist (both here and real life) that there could be a good reason for that. I am.