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D. J. Reddall
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I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Lusty Lyrics
“When how the smile, long wearied for, we read/Was kissed by him who loved like none before,/This one, who henceforth never leaves me, laid/A kiss on my mouth, trembling the while all o’er.” Dante Alighieri's Inferno, Translated by James Romanes Sibbald, Canto V, lines 130-140.
By D. J. Reddall3 months ago in Poets
Edmonton Was Connor Brown
Last night, something that was simultaneously quite trivial and also monumental took place. The Edmonton Oilers were facing the Washington Capitals. Edmonton was without Mattias Ekholm due to illness, and therefore Troy Stecher, acquired on the cusp of the trade deadline from the Arizona Coyotes, stepped into his role. His performance was lackluster to say the least. Edmonton’s power play performed with considerable gusto to produce the first goal, largely by virtue of the fact that The German Genius, Leon Draisaitl, was granted an improbable trio of attempts to bury his patented one-timer behind Kemper, the Washington gardien de but, and succeeded the third time. That was followed by a goal by St. Connor McDavid, who has seemed more interested in breaking assist records thus far than scoring goals. He was left unmolested by the Washington defense and sauntered in to embarrass Kemper nonetheless. The inscrutable and fickle gods of hockey seemed to be smiling upon Edmonton’s cause.
By D. J. Reddall3 months ago in Unbalanced
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