You're outta here, Joe!

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A_Writers_Question.shtml

when violence

has vanished

there is

no poetry

to write?

To dream

perchance of writing.

aye, there's the rub.

Is it better to

lose oneself

in the illusion

of contentment,

or better still

to find contentment

among the

slings and arrows

of outrageous fortune?