our eloquent words dying on a diet
of midnight toast
with Orwell's ghost
Copyright Strider Marcus Jones 20th August, 2010. All Rights Reserved.

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I —I took the one less travelled by, And that has made all the difference. –Robert Frost
So much said with so few words..I like it! xx
ReplyDeleteThankye Paula. This is the opening 4 lines of a poem I just finished tonight..Will post the full version as soon as I decipher my handwriting..hahaha! xx
ReplyDeleteLook forward to the rest of this- :-)
ReplyDeleteThankye Cindy. I will be posting the full poem later today. With the political climate changing here in Olde England I have been starting to feel like Winston Smith in 1984 as the new Ministry Of Truth re-writes history in patronising sound bites!
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