What Makes a Sentence a Masterpiece? Is it simplicity or style?

Posted by $ Olduglycarl 9 years, 3 months ago to Entertainment
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Anyone care to give it a try?

First comment will be my effort.

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  • Posted by $ MichaelAarethun 9 years, 3 months ago in reply to this comment.
    laughing oceans of salt stinging tears until one is hoping they went to loo'ard.


    It's the chumming that gets you.
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  • Posted by $ Olduglycarl 9 years, 3 months ago in reply to this comment.
    Hmm...to drink with no throat to swallow.

    Perhaps, just a moment, a spec in time, needs only a sponge for the mopping of none.

    As I always have observed of self...proofing and punctuating, that final effort,.. while searching for: Edit post.
    I wonder sometimes of my ill chosen or mistaken words, conjunctions or adverbs, be they thoughts hidden over time.
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  • Posted by $ MichaelAarethun 9 years, 3 months ago in reply to this comment.
    Thanks. The truly hard part is having written the entire contents of your heart into something that brings laughter and tears one must often edit the best let it fall to the deck and standing walk over the emotions without slipping searching for a red pencil come back proofing and punctuating for it is final effort that makes a sentance and finds joy of watching others read and search for the mop..


    Which reminds me about the skeleton walking into a bar and askig for a beer and a mop.
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  • Posted by $ Olduglycarl 9 years, 3 months ago
    As I approached the stony path, canopied by natures grace, I caught, the sweet smell of wet wood and beach towels, the faint echoing of the days laughter splashing the sun; the lake, quiet now, I slowly sauntered, settling down on a wet bench in remembrance, of those cherished times past.

    Can you picture that? For me, it's comfort food for the mind.
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