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Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Poem #18

Grrrrr.  Blah.  Sigh.
I can no longer articulate
I'm just going to sit around
Making random noises
Scaring away passers-by
With my awful visage
And my hands tensed
Until they resemble claws
Really, you shouldn't look
You may just turn to stone

6 comments:

  1. You are my stone soul sister!

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  2. I'm scared, but I'm staying put! :)

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  3. Ananda: We may have had similar days :-)

    Tara: Aw, thank you! Now that's friendship.

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  4. You've turned into Bill the Cat. I have those days a lot.

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  5. Oh, yeah - I have those days, too.

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  6. Churlita: Ha! Yes, that's me :-)

    Secret: Oh boy, I was really feeling it.

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