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set fire to this immediately

December 10, 2010

My poemer is frozen solid. So are the rest of my body parts. Crumple up this page immediately and set fire to it. We must fight the cold and dark. (File the ashes under “weird girl.”)

  1. December 10, 2010 4:29 pm

    A warm thought, that!

  2. December 10, 2010 5:22 pm

    this is a poem. your poemer is not frozen. it is playing with you, man.

  3. Lee Pursewarden permalink
    December 10, 2010 6:09 pm

    Out here, it is wet, my pages are mildewed, ashes would be welcome from that lay-about bitch muse!

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