
A Fourth Dimension of Plagiarist
Folks who’d never steal a grain of rice from a trader would think nothing of carting away containers of a writer’s blood and sweat. don’t stop now… read on!
Folks who’d never steal a grain of rice from a trader would think nothing of carting away containers of a writer’s blood and sweat. don’t stop now… read on!
? does he make a fist of his writing-fingers, & stitch them into a boxing glove or something does he play hip-hop all day, to drown the growl of his don’t stop now… read on!
Your poem is done when the aroma plucks neighbouring kids from the branches of their mango trees don’t stop now… read on!
Over the weekend, something strange happened don’t stop now… read on!
That writing feeling don’t stop now… read on!