A poem written each day upon waking. It's mostly unedited. I think that's the point. Promise not to laugh, or let me give up, and please, wish me luck.
Friday, January 7, 2011
1/7/11
Times New Roman
Boxed and tall like castle walls
Keeps us kosher, keeps us in line.
Something removed
in those newspaper hues;
It's the perfect font to hide behind.
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