Worn Ragged: Dispatches from the Tundra
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Fridge magnet poem of the day:
As we all know, poetry is the art of not saying what you mean in as confusing a way as possible (thanks, Daddy, for clearing that up!). What I MEANT to say is this:
Dear Winter: If it weren't Christmas, I would wring your neck. Hate you, L
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