Originally, it was my goal to write a poem - or at least a fragment of one - everyday, preferably first thing in the morning.
That project was successful for a short while, but has run its course.
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Saturday, February 25, 2006
Saturday, February 25
In the Pits
I touched my armpit and said “What a strange place for there to be hair. And yet, there it is. Is that why you’re taking apart my Chevy?”
oh my god are you a filthy hippy clown sock girl thing? Otherwise you and the agent would know about armpit hair! BYW, I am going to interview all the filthy hippies on the street as you suggested--it should be good!
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oh my god are you a filthy hippy clown sock girl thing? Otherwise you and the agent would know about armpit hair!
BYW, I am going to interview all the filthy hippies on the street as you suggested--it should be good!
Oh, uh... I'm a guy.
Although, I guess the poem could be from the point of view of a filthy hippy.
Only change "Chevy" to "Volkswagen"
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