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Post by alexeiogrodov on Nov 28, 2005 14:10:59 GMT -5
Hello fellows, I wrote this after I had spent some time at one of the poetry forums in the web. I hope this forum will never become something alike. Good luck!
A little, fury creature with big eyes and even bigger ears led me to a coliseum which was akin to that of Rome but this one was smaller and besides it smelled really bad.
The place was packed. Young and old, women and men, healthy and crippled, you name it, all were there.
I glanced over the rows. Everyone had two faces. One was serious, radiating vibes of self-pride and unsaid superiority, and the other was cheezy with some scent of hidden yet sensible jealousy and envy. I winced from a sudden bout of disgust.
"Who are they?" I asked my fury guide. He sneezed and said, "These are poets." "What, all of them?" "All," The creature nodded, "at least they think they are." "And what kind of place is this?" "This," said the creature, "this is THE FORUM." "The Forum." I repeated after him and I was about to ask him something else but the little thing disappeared and I was left alone. But not for long.
I saw a man walking towards me with a cheezy smile on his face and two masks which were swinging in his hand. I thought for a second and run away as if being afraid to pick up a mortal virus.
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