Slava Olchevski

Rookie - 20 Points (1964 / St.Petersburg, Russia)

My Invention - Poem by Slava Olchevski

The letters strung in the endless chain
Displayed one after another
Connected shall still remain
Their shapes transmuting into each other

Creating illusion of words in your mind
It will leave written methods far behind
When you read single space character so well
You can bid all screens farewell

Just don't forget to inser a pause
Between all adjacent words

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 25, 2009

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