05 December 2010

January is beginning to take shape

There once was a lady named Marge
Whose indirection weighed on her like a barge.
On the cusp of graduation,
waiting patiently for some intimation (of the future),
She inched her way towards being at large.


3 comments:

  1. Ah, inching--the snail on your masthead is apropos. But, you will get there...

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  2. You people are so poetic! I bow to your greatness! My mind is pure mush brought on by diapers and laundry that never end....

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