This novel contained
sentence after sentence
with only punctuation
to control traffic.
As I read the novel,
the weather went
from sunny to rainy
and back again.
I find that climate
is an infinite novel
with new weather
chapters periodically.
It's funny (peculiar)
how words trick
a reader's mind into
creating a novel.
Readers should get
paid more for doing
all the work. Every
art form got taken
over by industry,
so that novels became
manufactured goods, see?
This novel is okay by me.
hans ostrom 2020
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