Wear chapstick when kissing the bomb

Apr 09, 2015 09:55

37 and drizzling when I left the house today. I am so tired of my boots and winter coat. I have so many cute spring and summer clothes I'm not getting to wear because this goddamn winter won't end. Tomorrow it's supposed to go up to 67, so maybe we're turning a corner, but I won't believe it until we're in the midst of a heat wave.

Today's poem:

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national poetry month 2015, poetry, my life so hard

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harvey_rrit April 9 2015, 16:03:36 UTC
At all times carry a whistle and at least seven feet of string. The string must be all one piece-- added up will not do.

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musesfool April 12 2015, 16:23:05 UTC
Sounds like advice from Granny Weatherwax!

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harvey_rrit April 12 2015, 22:33:11 UTC
Terry aten't dead.

Not while I live.

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musesfool April 13 2015, 14:12:22 UTC
<3

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rissabby April 11 2015, 00:12:08 UTC
I love this and I'm going to share it.
I don't love many poems.
Thank you.

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musesfool April 12 2015, 16:23:28 UTC
Isn't it great? I'm glad you liked it!

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prunesquallormd April 13 2015, 19:29:14 UTC
What a fabulous poem <3

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musesfool April 13 2015, 22:32:27 UTC
I thought so too!

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