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Note: this poem is chiefly the product the snippet of dialogue rendered in a horribly stylistic manner at the begining of the poem (blame reading too much Iain M Banks). It was originally spoken by myself and my grandmother:I was an over-inquisitive grandson, and her mild rebuke never ceased to perplex, frustrate and delight me. This poem is ( Read more... )
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I sometimes wonder whether or not my grandmother quite knew how deeply she affected me by telling me that particular truth; but I still think that 'Z' is one of the best ways to answer that question ever invented. :D
(As I was typing that I had a very odd thought: I realised that whilst I might pronounce the letter Z as zed most of the people reading the poem here would probably hear it as zee when they read it. It hadn't really struck me before.)
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This is the answer.
It's hard to decide which of your poems is my favourite, because every time you write another it takes first place. ♥
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You should definitely have bothered, because otherwise I would not have posted this poem yesterday. I was undecided about which of two poems to post as the next one (because I currently have a backlog :D) and then I saw your question and decided to put this one up instead because it was a better answer than I could give otherwise -- and then for some reason livejournal decided to go very wierd despite the fact that the heavily armed monkeys guarding the servers didn't report any problems and it wouldn't let me reply to your post saying that I'd done so or even edit in any cut-tags, which made me sad; but anyway. This poem is here because you asked. :D
And also, once again, Eeeeeeee. :DDD
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