I think, therefore iambic pentameter
Saturday, April 17, 2010

Ode to a Tea Bag

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The tea bag blomps about my steaming cup, It puffs with air, balloonly bouncy light, Flits brief below, then quickly floats back up; I le...
Saturday, April 10, 2010

Mara

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She came to stave off just a few short days Fulfillment of decay that had begun Some several thousand years ago, and lays Deep buried at the...
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Finding the rhythm and rhyme of the gloriously ordinary.
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