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Post by LynnDoiron on Mar 21, 2008 20:03:22 GMT -5
A toothless man who told me I couldn’t park where I parked was nice. The van was white; the flatland brown as we passed en route to Atlanta. Up and down in lean, low rises. A faded sign with letters blocked in a flat, flat field of graves with plastic geraniums stiff and roses erect and up out of every site. Sign read: Recording studio coming soon. Clean restrooms and $2.22 for regular; argyle sweaters on arguing grandmas. All this Georgia bound on 78; it was chaos/delight/vexation gift-boxed in white.
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Post by mfwilkie on Mar 22, 2008 17:12:59 GMT -5
Just a thought, chicky.
A toothless man who told me I couldn’t park where I parked was nice. The van was white; the flatland passed on hwy 78 out of Charleston en route to Atlanta was brown, and came up and went down in lean, low rises.
Mugs
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Post by LynnDoiron on Mar 22, 2008 22:06:44 GMT -5
I made a lot of changes; the passes was awkward; thanks
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Post by MichaelFirewalker on Mar 23, 2008 15:55:51 GMT -5
had trouble reading this one, which surprised me, so read it again, and it was clearer, then read it a third time, and it was the same----think it's because of the enjambment you used throughout----so maybe you intended for the reader to struggle a bit? considering that you are writing about chaos and vexation, after all...
michael
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