Figments, fragments: a writer's journal.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
words
Played out–
A cool, crisp sky of winter blue,
she says he can't rhyme 'blue' with 'you'.
She: “Hey! You used it right there;
is this some kind of joke?”
He: “But it counts for naught
when trapped in quotes.”
Outplayed.
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