10 november 2008
notebrobook,
Feeling productive! I wrote a poem
in Woolfolk's class. (It's not like he
could walk the sobriety line, anyway).
“how many hits
does it take to get to the center
of George Carter's brain?
A professional Beater may never know.
(And since I'm a Chaser, I'm shite out of luck.)
love,
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