night and there'll be
tears and dances and
drinks and
dinners with
strangers and
probably hors d'
oeuvres so we'll
stand and when will we say
hello to someone we don't
know cuz we
won't know
anyone what
ever this wed
ding doth cel
ebrate
love and
life and
life and
love and
loveandlife and
what is more
better to
celebrate
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.
Saturday, May 22, 2010
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