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[ejenterprises]

Well I feel like a piece of sad, run-over poo. Do you have a poem for that?

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[anonymous]

At the risk of appearing a one-trick pony, and preceded by the disclaimer that it won't help anyway:

Hidden
Naomi Shihab Nye

If you place a fern
under a stone
the next day it will be
nearly invisible
as if the stone has
swallowed it.

If you tuck the name of a loved one
under your tongue too long
without speaking it
it becomes blood
sigh
the little sucked-in breath of air
hiding everywhere
beneath your words.

No one sees
the fuel that feeds you.

[anonymous]

P.S.
I just realized where you stole your blog title from. Nice work!

[ejenterprises]

It doooes help. I am wondering where this woman has been all my life. Also, my blog title is totally original:-P Thank you, thank you.

[anonymous]

From your favoritest website of all time:
"Me and Germaine Greer, or How I Learned to Stop Worrying And Embrace Feminism"

Yes, I just recently discovered Ms. Nye, and am loving every bit of her I can find. I recommend "The Rider" as another top-notch poem and she also has a pretty quality essay floating around directed towards Arab Terrorists.

Come online and chat sometime? I think we have things to talk about...

[ejenterprises]

What is my favoritest website of all time? And what is that about embracing feminism? That's certainly not where my totally original title came from. Not that I don't embrace feminism. Hmm.

I work all day every day, so I can't sign on during the day. I have a phone, though, and I occasionally sign on after work and always on weekends!

[anonymous]

I dunno why this is in italics. Oh, yes I do. I screwed up the tag. Oh well.