Poetry, Uncategorized
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Getting lost in words I don’t understand
Perhaps too lazy for a dictionary
Or just not enough of scholar to understand
How an Indian Poet can have such command
Of a language bastardized by French
And encapsulated with a hybrid abomination
That is our pronunciation
Not to mention the bizarre spelling
And yet I find myself drifting
Lost in a sound that is both familiar and exotic
And yet strangely familiar…

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My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.

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