A disgusting whaler on a whaler cannot accept his defeat to a so-called beast, when the only beast was, is and will always be him and his kind.
More whale meat, please
Over some rye
Before midnight
Yesterday's hunt
Dive in head first
Into its chest
Cannot do it
Katastrophe
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Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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Wow, what a unique way to do a critique. I have not read this but I am thinking I should