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Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Knotty Wooden Poem
I didn’t want to see his treeness...
Though he claimed I gave him wood.
I did so beg, that he would leaf me,
It went against the grain, I claimed.
And I was afraid
I’d get a splinter.
And when I saw,
He left .
Chop chop.
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Mary-Laure
September 22, 2009 at 10:35 AM
Gripping post. Stunning.
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Second Thoughts About My First Kiss
Gripping post. Stunning.
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