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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

William C. Blome

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One rook flew in my love's gray window
before eleven others followed suit,
and within fifteen minutes or so, eight
rooks flew out, and Axum was warring
away with Ethiopia. Before long, all
my love's windows were painted white,
and many a casualty floated belly-up
in many a direction atop the curly, sliding
sea before Chloe (that's my love)
had brokered a peace; before my own
pale chimneys were powdery to touch;
before children ran and played as before.