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Saturday, September 18, 2004


   Eating Raindrops
You are the pitter-patter of raindrops atop the roof of my life.
When I am all a quitter-quatter, you set my worries at ease.
Out in the rain, I am dancing in circles.
I smile.
My mouth is opened.
What are you now?


I wrote that poem thingy today since it was raining pretty hard. Am I a poet? Hell no! You know what? I don’t even think that poem makes much sense ^^;; It’s amazing to see what results from sheer randomness.

Anyhow, I’m gonna see if there are more envelops to be stuffed today. Laters!

Question for Thought: How do YOU feel about poetry?

-With me, I don't really care much about it. Heck, most of the time I don't even get it ^^;; About the only type of poetry that I understand are limericks, and stuff the rhymes. Yep, I have a pretty simple mind, really. Nothing TOO deep ^^;;

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