Wednesday, March 08, 2006

A letter to Darren Stevens

Darren, she could have given you the stars, and you put her in the kitchen. "Magic is cheating," you said. You ate meatloaf and macaroni when you could have dined on moonbeams. Your work for Larry, it had to be your own. You could sell. You didn't need her help. Sure. Of course. But think of the wonders you missed, the places you never saw, because you made her hide who she really was.

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2 comments:

coyote said...

I hand my poetic license over to you... I've never managed to pack meatloaf, macaroni and moonbeams into the same stanza, and make it work....

David Scrimshaw said...

Coyote, old buddy, I suspect you just never tried.