Tuesday, May 31, 2005

"Sink me, the lady's (not) a poet"

I wrote a poem and showed it to someone (my sister, maybe?). She skimmed it quickly and said, "I don't like it." "You didn't even read it," I said. "I can just tell I don't like it," she replied. I snatched the paper out of her hands and walked away.

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