<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=520861" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Wordwright</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I crouch at this dusty keyboard, <br>And the light of early dawn slants<br>At depressing angles<br>Throughout the room. A chair, <br>Worn from duty, Sighs at me; I sigh back. There is no such thing.<br>It is but a pomegranite in my head: <br>So many cubicles, juicy with thought, <br>Wanting to get out. But one cannot bite into it, as such, <br>Without bluntly making a mess, <br>A dribble of noise, <br>A concatenation of words, <br>Either making some kind of symbiotic sense, <br>Or falling flat on the pallet of palaver, <br>A deal of nonsense.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Stan+Petrovich">Stan Petrovich</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=520861" data-title="Wordwright de Stan Petrovich" data-description="I crouch at this dusty keyboard, And the light of early dawn slants At depressing angles Throughout the room. A chair, Worn from duty, Sighs at me; I sigh back. There is no such thing. It is but a pomegranite in my head: So many cubicles, juicy..."></div> </div> </div>

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