04-10-2014, 02:53 AM
Your morbid obsession with aging and death is paying off in pearly tombstones on this retreat. I was afraid Donald duck had met his anatine end. I like your rhyming parenthetical device, as it becomes a pub song with almost a chorus. What, no fought-fraught stride to march in time with the other stanzas?
Nice tale from the Coylet my friend./Chris
Nice tale from the Coylet my friend./Chris
My new watercolor: 'Nightmare After Christmas'/Chris

