1.05.2007



INDEED: In keeping with this blog's inclination to spontaneous poeming, I offer you this fresh-off-the-keyboard, blank-verse ditty:


MIND
Always running
out of time
hurried
harried
late.

Late for what?

Posted by Scott Hess at 11:54 AM

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