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16 August 2008

August #9

I was walking today,
or showering,
I forget.
Anyway
as I was doing
this mundane thing
(whichever thing it was)
I was writing,
in my head,
snatches of poetry.
Really good poetry.
But now I forget it all.
Posted by Emily at 10:29
Labels: forget, poem, walking

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