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This is the second of the three poems by Gary B. Fitzgerald that I wrote about in The Great Reckoning. As you can see, I’m still ironing out the curl.
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Update:
In the Forum: Artificial Intelligence and parallel Willipedias.
4 comments:
It's great William. I also love the way how you photographed this, with the lamp, iron and your pipe. :-) I love that a lot.
I’m glad to hear that. Each object is dear, and now this gift from Gary joins them.
Its nice to see your work is treated with the respect it deserves.
Ah, Kevin — now that is a statement. I do like the way it sounds, but it’s one I’m going to have to think about for awhile.
It also reminds me of a friend of mine who once owned a commercial mail room. One day one of his employees said to him, “I wish you would pay me what I’m worth.” His answer: “I would, but it’s against the law.”
This is no reflection on Gary, of course. But generally speaking, sometimes I think the worst thing that could happen is to get what I deserve.
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