"There is naught that you can do, other than to resist, with hope or without it. But you do not stand alone."
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Ode to the Sandwich Mysteriously Left Upon Our Back Stairs Several Days Ago
O sandwich Neatly wrapped In perfectly folded saran wrap Left With studied casualness At a forty-five degree angle to the edge On the second stair from the bottom -- WTF?!?!?
2 comments:
This is the most perfect poem ever written.
Thanks, Michael.
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