Offer no offerings and taketh away thy groanéd ovations
divorc’d from any true tribute to Truth.
For the screaming silence which doth scratch at thy ill-fated orations
be far preferr’d to hollow words uncouth.
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FantasyA scrapbook-style collection of poetry, thoughts, ponderings and prose as and when they occur to me. Check out my novels: The Destiny of Ethan King and K A R A. My website: www.martincosgrove.com
