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.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
2/19/11
like weedles in the woodwork
you work your way within
again
just like July --
just when the end begins,
it ends.
Please write more. =]
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