The faster you go, the more time you waste.
The quicker to dicker, the sooner to yearn.
To talk is to argue.
To identify is to accuse.
Music is buried in the piano.
To hold a grudge is to jackhammer water.
If you’ve read one poem, you’ve read them all.
Art is not art.
We always have enough for now.
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"The Coming of the Toads" by Joe Linker is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License, and Copyright 2007-2021 Joe Linker - author of "Penina's Letters," "Coconut Oil," "Scamble and Cramble: Two Hep Cats and Other Tall Tales," "Saltwort," "Alma Lolloon," and "end tatters."
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