February 4th, 2003

A Pocket Full of Murder

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If they told you I'm mad, then they lied.
I'm odd, but it isn't compulsive.
I'm the triolet, bursting with pride;
If they told you I'm mad, then they lied.
No, it isn't obsessive. Now hide
All the spoons or I might get convulsive.
If they told you I'm mad then they lied.
I'm odd, but it isn't compulsive.
What Poetry Form Are You?
A Pocket Full of Murder

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Quote of the Day:

"...the most poetical thing in the world is not being sick."
-- G.K. Chesterton, The Man Who Was Thursday

Well, I could do with some of that there poetry in my life right about now.

*coughs and blows nose*
*wipes baby's nose -- again*
*wipes toddler's nose -- again*

Blech.