Real People Don't Live Here
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Poetry
I heart my poetry teacher; an exclamation brought forth by this stanza written by Kevin
I love making
love sometimes.
"What is it Kevin!? WHAT DO YOU LOVE???" Petite women with short hair and box glasses waving her arms
frantically
in the air.
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