salesmen even
teachers like
today at re
port card pick
up your son's
doing well but
but the but is be
neath our lips or
the noise of
the room where
we wonder how
not to sell but to
build better
cars
i will try to write 100 poems in 100 days. even if they're all chamber potty. then i'll write one when i feel like it.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
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