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What a wonderful poem, and my first exercise at
free-form verse.
The wordplay is delightful, bemoaning my poor fate as
the third wheel, the victim of unrequited love. Of course, I would
use geometry as my metaphore for love (straight A's in math). And its
fun to play with the words "cute" and "obtuse".
Here is a young guy shaking out and exercising a new portion of his
brain. I enjoy this kind of wordplay to this day, and often include
it in my current writing. |
