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Contemplating Big Words
4.1.08
Bland.
I am walking down
The street
What a day
To be
Bland...
Originaly Bad poem by Stephen Sapaugh.
1 comment:
jem
said...
I like this one, because, when i realize I am being bland, I stop.
January 5, 2008 at 8:02 AM
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1 comment:
I like this one, because, when i realize I am being bland, I stop.
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