The First of the Fourth
Loki enters the -c-h-a-t- contest
What, rules? There are no rules!
Rhythm, meter, syllabic constriction-
A fig at you all! Hah!
Rhyme, time, slime, arginine!
I shall strip verbally naked,
And run screaming through the daffodils!
Pbbbbbbbbbtttttt!
APRIL FOOL!!
About the Creator
Meredith Harmon
Mix equal parts anthropologist, biologist, geologist, and artisan, stir and heat in the heart of Pennsylvania Dutch country, sprinkle with a heaping pile of odd life experiences. Half-baked.
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