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.

Friday, May 14, 2010

as i pulled up the dande

lions and killed a few more
ants and karla mowed the
lawn again and we
both blew our noses
as the clouds moved in and
the wind and
the wind and
tom skilling chased
storms and the stu
dents kept complaining
about how warm the room is
all i know here is
spring spring is
here here is
spring o cheers! tom
skilling ee cummings but
not ants

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