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Eyes For Me, Not Thee
Eyes For Me, Not Thee
Eyes For Me, Not Thee
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Imagine a creature with complete mastery over himself...at least in his mind. Naught said about him is mere flattery, he says, and he’s certainly one of a kind. Read his memoirs, if you will, and see his vanity spill and spill and spill. Is it honesty or mere peacock pride? You decide.

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Release dateAug 30, 2021
ISBN9781005020101
Eyes For Me, Not Thee
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Tony Colatruglio

So much to say, so little the time; but live fictive worlds in winged rhymes.

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    Eyes For Me, Not Thee - Tony Colatruglio

    Eyes For Me, Not Thee: A Poem

    By

    Tony Colatruglio

    Smashwords Edition

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    Ah, dearest loyal readers and newcomers from near and afar,

    as I pen this missive, this epistle, this tract, with my very own quill

    (oh, how apropos and ironic is the thrill of spilling your own vanity via your own exquisite means)

    to think, at last—at last—

    in pulchritude,

    in attitude,

    in fortitude,

    in rectitude,

    (never turpitude),

    but in magnitude,

    yes, certainly in magnificent magnitude,

    I have achieved critical mass,

    at an apt, prideful point wherein my beauty reigns triumphant,

    and I must begin my very own memoirs while the memories, ever eventful, praiseworthy, and laudable (you may applaud now if you wish),

    still percolate and resound and resonate and the feathers still hang with precision and before that dreaded final curtain falls on the show.

    To no end how I relish—nay, cherish—feathering my very own nest

    with the knowledge, the conviction, the sheer sagacity that I alone above all creatures and man stand loftily above the rest in accomplishment and appearance;

    for so nobly, so richly built, of a

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