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Saturday, March 29
for a while i considered never speaking again
seeing as words forced through mouths and tongues
only got me into trouble.
gnah. i was watching the moulin rouge, but my dad kicked me offa the tv. internet explorer still isn't working in the back. i love spring.
Maria 2:07:00 PM
Thursday, March 27
wow. thats strong. and strong = awesome.
Giorgie 7:51:00 PM
Monday, March 24
i never finished that. excuse my nonfinishedness
Maria 7:56:00 PM
the "indian summer" part is great. i like the whole poem. yours too, kateo. except for some reason the part with two "and"s throws off the flow for me. ah dunno. but the imagery is great.
and sarah, i enjoy yr repitition. for some reason it seems like it should end after the first two stanzas, though.
i feel silly making suggestions cause they're yalls poems. ah well.
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and yeah, why doesnt blogger do tab-type spaceage? kinda weird.
Giorgie 5:14:00 PM
(screw you blogger, not putting in the proper space-age.)
Maria 2:41:00 PM
you were melting like ice cream
off a cone
during an indian summer
as you s
li d
out of
love
like a snake side
winds
through sand
leaving
Maria 2:39:00 PM
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