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Some go beyond all limits in transgression, I assert. Opposed to same, this "service" paid by "lip": See, "letters" drooling poison make a heinous circulation, and we make ourselves the less to honor this!
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Not this letter mind you! This? A letter read aloud! A letter in defense and of the light! I speak of coward's letters, then, injected on the sly. A murmured assignation lacking "stomach" for a fight!
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Do you think he's stopped because, perforce, you do not even "see" him? No, his way's perseveration, 'till he's dead! Too, I submit a "shadow runner" must prefer to "run in shadow" as the light precludes his comfort, it's been said.
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...And that's the way of slugs and snails sans bones to stiffen backs, and sans such, then, they cannot stand erect!  The talk they "talk" won't walk its "walk" and their courage must desert them... ...there was precious little "courage" to detect!
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These "letters" are corrosive—lacking aspect they just fake—shooting "shadow-shots" from corners where they hide! They do not break the surface, they're just murmurs out of sight, so if they can't go public they're a scourge bereft of right!
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Too, I'd have thought us better than to poison our own wells, but that is what's occurring in low tones. If these concerns are valid then I'd think that in the open... is, then, where this whole "discussion" be condoned.
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...And, if one cannot be forthright,and desist the slander used, then one should "hold their mud" and just step off!  One should make their peace, old sod, and live to let one live... but preclude these "snipes" or "whispers" I've called out!
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See, I'm an honest sort of guy. I've lived consistent years; I disavow the faults been whispered there!  In my fashion I am stalwart and an efficacious kind—of the sort that sticks his chin out, or the sort who takes a dare!
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Still, from where would come an enmity used, perforce, to take me down? Why demean my very character so badly?  Why divorce my contribution from the dialog we'd seek just because some are so tight-assed, I add gladly.
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These go beyond the tightassed where you want to know the truth—where facts are perspicacious and respected.  They're dirty-playing scalawags avoiding lip-served ethics they distort to suit their ends.  Be disaffected.
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Still why destroy my effort if I want to take some action that's proactive, open-minded, if  opposed? Don't count on cheeks as turning when I catch you in the act! I'll gather up some shirtfront and then punch you in the throat!
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Too, what's been solved by my detractors? What's been done in all this time… that the principals involved have solved, at best?  They're moving nowhere closer to the questions one might ask. We still wander in confusions we detest!  Contribution has been lacking and bereft of all good sense, a stirring at the bottom of our pond. Suffice to say turbidity's increased beyond all sense; sensibility is sullied, flayed, and conned.
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Perhaps one's "disconcerted" by my "perspicacious" tone, regarding which I'll have no shame about! I contend I'm like the moth, perforce, compelled too close to "flame," but compelled to better questions? "Flames" I'll flout!
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I'm not your vagrant nut-roll, see; I'm not easily dismissed!  I have a ready confidence I'll employ! Too, trifle in impertinence or sneer at me to learn that I've a literary saber you'll enjoy!
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There's more to me than meets your eye. Perforce, you have been warned... I'm an unrelenting rage of sharp ablation!  See, I get the correspondence that's employed in your "campaigns"... I can see that you attempt—assassination!
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So I provide this testament, appropriate and true, I'm held in high regard and have endorsement! It's obviously needed, this shameless self-promotion, as "whispers" have no rules or law enforcement!
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...I'd strike the sun if it offended me... ...and some provide offense, and some beyond the limits of the pale!  These owe effuse apologies and seven figure damages for slander—called "per se"—whom I assail!


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I'm over 65 so I offer that I am authorized some small pretentiousness... though, I won't call it that at all.  I've an aspiration to sincerity and grasp.  I aspire to snatch the literary stars from the sky and show them you, pour them into your hand... thrill and inspire you...
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Moreover, I've flown helicopters down that barrels of big guns, taken hits, and been forced down in combat; I'm entitled to my aspirations and pretentions.  I'll snatch them from the reader's covetous hand as mine remembering I served better than I was served!
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Further pardon, please, my overweening "pretentiousness," but if the expression is in verse, the expression is in verse. Put that on a growing list of things I'm not ashamed of... ...Moreover, know that one so moved to the irritation alluded to can pack, north of their anxious anal prolapse, some wet sand and freshly broken glass.
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To wit... end the whispers now. If they're good enough to be made at all, they're good enough to be made in public where they can be produced with a respected conviction obviously lacking heretofore, or they'd be said straight out, right?

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Too, they wouldn't be whispers any longer... but that's OK.  The only good whisper is a reverent whisper.
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On the subject of clarity?  I submit that you don't have to remotely wonder what I'm writing about, eh?  No, you have to do the, albeit, harder thing; you have to FACE what I'm writing about.  All the information is there and most of the right words are used.  No apologies that they chap an occasional ass.  It remains one learns to use their right-click, define the meme, and take a step up!

Restore John Ford!