Whenever my rhyming skill dries,
I listen to inky black skies.
From over the grounds,
The saddest of sounds:
The blogosphere heaving its sighs.
Anthropology, linguistics, archaeology, and writing systems
Carmina et Verba pro Discipulis Meis
Reading, writing and a-rhythmic tics
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