prior poem-a-days:
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2 this is a very 'how Boston of me' poem. on the heels of one '
bout Wal-tham, no less. i'm a Masshole now. it's for real. (have you seen me drive? i'm aggro-anxious carpool mum. drunk punks, come crawl into my Wire-Forester...)
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means a lot to me you liked this. writing more than two poems a day to share is wearing and i have trouble telling what the hell i'm talking about anymore. oy! but yay! back to the EL JAY way :D xo
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MEANWHILE I AM STARING AT THE SAME POEM FOR THREE WEEKS. Fuck you poem, write yourself!
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forethought in fore-trickery of oneself. i will get back to you about haircuttery. demain i am doin' my personal assistant wee job in the "morning" and have laundry and then am free evening-time. would you be up for a 8pm on playdate? and otherwise we'll figure something this weekend out...
whip that poem into telling you its secrets. it will eventually, oh yes, it will.
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I fancy their almond croissants when they have them, but umm... i once ordered a vegetarian wrap and almost immediately bit into that veggie they call "chicken"...
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