Extremely short poem for October 28
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Had to take Greg to the airport early this morning, and composed this poignant little verse on the way home.
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Oy.
Soy.
Got a
latte.***
(Okay, so it only works if you pronounce it ‘got [aa]‘ and not ‘got [uh].’ But other than that, I thought it was pretty good for someone who got up at 5:30.)
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