Thursday, December 27, 2007

Published Post-Its Comments

Rating: 5.0

The Poet had become constipated and filled with a wasteful and debilitating desire
to succeed financially…
Not enough fiber or greens being served up with his clichéd metaphors of red meat
His pseudo intellectual friends scattered all likely culpability to the wind
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Ted Sheridan
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Ivan Donn Carswell 27 December 2007

Aw, geeze Ted, you write the nicest things! Beer and beans sure enough is the food of bilious Bards... Rgds, Ivan

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Chuck Audette 27 December 2007

Ahhh, drunken poetry, what could be better? Great title. Made me think for some reason of Li Po's poem on drinking wine with his shadow as his companion. -chuck

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Thad Wilk 27 December 2007

Nice write Ted! Sooooo true! Thanks for sharing! ! *10*! ! Thad

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