No Critic I
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Laurence Overmire
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Don't ask me to be a
Critic
We all have our roles in this
World
But that is not mine
If it is criticism
You seek
There are plenty to
Oblige
They cut down the
Sapling
Before it has a chance
To reach the margins of the sky
I look to the growers
Who bring life from the
Earth
And I will carry the water
Syllable by scintillating syllable
To the dry root that thirsts
The sentence that pushes through
The soil seeking its vindication
In the branch that touches the
Light.
~ Laurence Overmire
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