The critic sits bored on his high horse wasting valuable moments allowing time to spill away like rain down a gutter racing to the sea and a life therein Blessed hours squandered recklessly Time when one may have walked a dog or child if so blessed or oneself But the critic refuses to experience That which he is so ready To disparage He is myopic Seeing only that Which pleases his Bombastic Ego
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