I Hid My Eyes Behind Your Sofa
If the desire to write is not accompanied by actual writing,
then the desire is not to write.
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Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Frost Poem (For winter, y' know?)
Whose woods these are I'm sure I know
I passed his no trespassing sign like so
He will not see me slinking here
To steal a tree as falls the snow.
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