Tuesday’s poem Inops contained the line “cell without a key” which many people liked, so after another gruelling day decided to sit down and riff on the theme of a cell without a key.
Tuesday’s poem Inops contained the line “cell without a key” which many people liked, so after another gruelling day decided to sit down and riff on the theme of a cell without a key.
“Love in the rising damp” is a great line.
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It might be a keeper to build another poem from perhaps?
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Your cell without a key has got me thinking.
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Dare I ask… thinking about what?
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Just about what sort of keyless prisons there are. Was writing a poem in response to Catholic clergies call engage in penance by offering up prayers for the church. Got me thinking how there are a lot of victims living in key less cells, lives trapped etc.
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