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Friday, May 28, 2010
hell of an idea
One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song,
read a good poem, see a fine picture,
and, if it were possible,
to speak a few reasonable words.
--Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
There you go.
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I wrote a poem
hell of an idea
deal-making seen as a Good Thing
tangled up in passwords
resolved; resigned; resisting
what's that in my brain?
Cadillac rollin' on the open road
fast lane
a place to watch the game
communists in space
who cares
work - love - thought
small beer
showing up
Voh Cab You Larry
swingers
promises vs. dire predictions
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