Insecurity (Day 18)
born a bastard
i was cast
on a doorstep of nobles & founded
in a mold of changing hands
& intrigue…
Rationale for Missing Deadlines (Day 19)
As a child I so loved looking from the outside in
at frozen images portraying quaint examples
of how time took longer
for folks in the olden days…
SLHARPERPOETRY 
11 days to go! You have written some impressive poetry this month. I want more! Get to work! 🙂
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Poesie pour toi, ou Mort pour moi, non?
Peut etre les deux, mon ami.
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Non! I feel like I should don a beret and leer at your poems, glass of pernod in hand. But that would be silly, wouldn’t it. Hey, where is my beret?
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I’d like to see you sporting a beret!
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Come to think of it, I’ll skip the pernod. Maybe a Bordeaux. Hmmm…
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Of course I’d have to grow a goatee.
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Evil Robert from the mirror universe?
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Yes! But maybe not so evil. Just moderately bad. 😈
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