Poems by Dean Faulwell, occasional ruminations about poetry. Whatever else happens in.
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Thursday, January 5, 2012
Invitation To Tea
Everyone's a critic these days, especially those whose credentials don't float when tossed upon the water. Ignorance burrows into the brain like a worm into damp soil. It comes out the other end knowing everything. My grandfather knew everything because he had never read a book.
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