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next I wrote a poem the other night; a little softy homebody poem. Reading over it again I realize, Wow, it's really not very good. But what the fuck. Only one way to get better at writing poetry. (Or peotry, which I typed first. Maybe that's what I'm good at--peotry.) Fall Planting 10/13/05 about 2 a.m. prev archive next 0 comments random |