Whoosh, the wind blew my hair. So it seems that being tall, I get the feelig of being swept by the wind. Is it? I dinna think so, as even the shorter chaps get theirs too.
http://dl.dropbox.com/u/19627880/Male%20Tales%201.027.pdf
So all you chaps under tall, stand TALL.
Creative writing is more of a compulsion to engage with yourself in a world of words, ideas, imagery. There are moments of hot exultation or prickly exasperated yet victorious expostulation when at last comes the right word, the rhyme that works or can yield surprise and pleasure. Thank you for sharing my engagement into those words. .
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