Thursday, October 29, 2009
Feeling like Clementine
For those of you who have not heard,
this morning I fear I sort of fell out of bed,
and sort of tripped over my shoes,
and sort of knocked over my desk chair,
and sort of flew over the chair,
smacking my head into the heater.
All in an attempt to turn my alarm clock off.
The Pariah of Portland
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