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Anti-Poetry

The writings of a glum lord.

Saturday, January 6, 2007

A Nice Poem

Try as he might
the trapdoor in the sandbox
wouldn't open
as he swung gustily from the rope beneath
the children played noisily above
farting and giggling
at the balloon vendor
near the pond.
Posted by Stephanie Williamsonian at 2:30 PM

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