I am halfway through re-constructing my sestina page. There's a fair number that has been added. In time, I hope when the reviewers come a-marching in. There is a silver lining in deleting every entry on that page, despite having to retype and rearrange the poems. I had a good hard look at some of them, and some just don't meet the cut. So they will be gone *poof* from the page for all of eternity. And others have been reannotated and edited again. Oh listen to me. It's as if I am some big kahuna in the literary world. Oh nevermind. I am happy with them and that's all it should matter. I shouldn't care what the rest of the world think. Of course, there is the matter of good taste and decency of course. (Now why does that sound familiar?) Blah. I lost my thread of thought. Oh forget it. I have to go do some reading in time for my next essay. Blasted assessments.
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