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for a moment,

imagine a world

without sandwiches?

an existence void of

the simple pleasure of

meats and cheese

and lettuce and tomato

onions, peppers, did i say

tomato?

the process of creation

from the ground up.

intense adulation

basically bound up

until uncertainty reared

it's mis-shappen head into

a moment filled with elation.

this excitement slipped a disc

and bent over backwards

for the stitch...

in time more information

was delivered,

but in a fashion no one

cared to begin

to decipher.

it's fifteen minutes

became less than

as the cutbacks were

noticeable.

everywhere.

it began with some

gossip. what he

said here...

what she "did" there...

the ups, the downs...

the shrieks could be heard:

"lifes just not fair."

once the news reached

the shores

waves upon waves

of new-found enthusiasm

was the now...

it was current.

it swept the masses.

and then...

it wasn't.

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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.