was not
i propose
a preeminent twentieth century poet
with an unmistakable
unconventional
free verse
style
but rather
a breastfeeding mother
typing with one hand
in the middle of the night.
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- We're a family of five: two big and three small. We aim to live simple, green and thoughtful lives. (We often fail.) We worship the gods of laughter, tomfoolery and big warm tuggles, and this blog details our benevolent dictatorship. Come in. Take off those tight pants. Relax.
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8 comments:
Snort!
hee hee :) laugh you make me and thats not easy today :)
I like it!
Best. Post.Ever.
for sure
You are a genius.
Love it.
you're a literary genius x
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