Tuesday, 15 May 2007

The Poet

Poets I’d met in my life had either been utter misery-guts, coating everything in gloominess – or condescending egotists. By great misfortune, he happened to be both. And worst still, he had a nasty temper and picked fights constantly. But I DID love the way he insulted everyone in iambic pentameter.

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