The First Ann Arbor Poem
Story of a Young Boy Who Stayed Home
He made bread.
He wore no pants.
No hair was found in the bread.
posted by TSL @ 8:23 AM
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The same thing we do every night pinky
A thought a day, and sporadic, lengthy correspondence, all from the middle west.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
He made bread.
He wore no pants.
No hair was found in the bread.
1 Comments:
Thank God for that.
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