Not much of anything.
My 2002 Magnetic Poetry Calendar:
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My balcony Friday, September 15, 2001.
Sequins, Sleep and Socialists
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Because I Feel Like It.
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Cop out.
After I returned to the apartment complex after work yesterday, I went immediately to the management office to complain about the partially painted doors on my floor (they repainted the hallways last weekend, but neglected to put more than a sloppy base coat on the fire doors on my floor, and they look like crap)….
The Letter: Intro
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WOW!
I want some magnetic poetry stuffs…
They’ve got a game of it at the store.
And, when I get enough money, I’m getting that, because it’s got a lot.
I’ve always wanted some…
i love it! i look forward to reading the magnetic poem of the day. 🙂 lordy! i’m having flashbacks of parasit…
Is that you office at work? Wow – my boss would have a stroke to see all that stuff on the walls! I’m not even allowed to hang the clock up!
Is that a poster of parasite eggs I see on your bullentin board? Seem to remember something like that from my tech days.
I want some magnetic poetry too.