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December 17, 2003
my x-mas list
- certain half-deserted streets
- muttering retreats of restless nights
- sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells
- toast and tea
- coffee spoons (for measuring)
- a pair of ragged claws
posted at 9:34 PM
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dread/ennui,
dreams
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What is it? Oh, nevermind. I shouldn’t have asked.
posted by seth on December 18, 2003 1:02 PM
Do I dare? Do I dare?
posted by tam on December 18, 2003 6:07 PM
O the moon shines bright on Mrs. Porter
And on the daughter
Of Mrs. Porter.
They wash their __s in soda water
And so they oughter
To keep them clean.
But at my back from time to time I hear
The sound of horns and motors, which shall bring
Sweeney to Mrs. Porter in the spring.
O the moon shone bright on Mrs. Porter
And on her daughter
They wash their feet in soda water
Et, O ces voix d’enfants, chantant dans la coupole!
basketballs bounce out of tune
the streets are empty and the moon
shone bright on mrs. porter
and her daughter’s soda water
‘til they swoon
posted by chris on December 19, 2003 1:26 AM
This is excellent, I wish I’d written it. You decide whether that’s a compliment or not.
posted by Ronnie on December 20, 2003 1:39 AM
I know, I wish I’d written it, too.
posted by jacob on December 20, 2003 2:47 AM
i couldn’t agree more, i am thinking the same too.
posted by kafécho on December 1, 2004 2:45 PM
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