Aw yea!
Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 @ 03:56am
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I went to a tea party today.
It was good.
And quiet.
I thought a lot, so I guess it wasn't too much of a waste of time. The food was a little worse than mediocre, cucumber wrapped around some sort of vegetable paste? Not too appetizing. The tea spritzer was good, however.
I wrote a pathetic little sonnet:
Algae, leaves, dark entrance Tiny silver slivers on rocks All before the wooden fence Freckled face, short hair mocks Throw back your arm, slippery guts all over the concrete As little kids we were married Go up back onto that bumpy street Golden hair, fair hair and no scars Small minnows trapped in rusty cage Everything was never so sub par Eyes empty, should have been gage Haunting memory, fifty souls in heaven Everything is as it should not be
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Comrade Howelle
Community Member
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