pup·pet n.
A small figure of a person or animal, having a cloth body and hollow head, designed to be fitted over and manipulated by the hand.
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Tonight I wrote a poem.
When I was done, I read it over and thought it looked like a puddle of vomit in the toilet.
Unlike a puddle of vomit, I've saved it.
Like a puddle of vomit, I don't think I'll show it to anyone.
I mention this only because I'm still writing which is better than not writing at all.
Posted by Jason at 1/20/2010 08:30:00 AM
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1 comment:
You know, that's almost a haiku mate
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