It's All Practice
The clock clamps me down
in all those small ways I hate
and it's like I must
do the dishes again
today just the same. Brother,
me too - just like you,
I sometimes place work
of second rank, then I find
you all praise this stuff
to my confusion,
so it's very good to know
it doesn't belong
to me but to my
open hand.
October 25, 2010 4:31 AM
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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.