Technology is amazing. With the help of TurboTax, I have successfully filed my taxes. Woohoo!
Also, I forgot to post a poem yesterday (oops) but here is one, short but fascinating.
A Dream Deferred by Langston Hughs
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
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In the world of WTF and OMG, in case you were ever wondering how Shakespeare might be written in the present, may I please share with you a Twitter-based version of Romeo and Juliet, otherwise known as
Such Tweet Sorrow.