Saturday, October 16, 2004


Let's say you've got all these poems that you're compiling into a book. You figure, they've all been groomed many times over the years, no need to spell check it. Spell check it anyway. Holy cow! So many mistakes prevented.

I needed to make a note of supplies for my boy's Halloween costume, so I went to a notebook to tear out a page, and found this poem:

The unknown martyrs
known as chumps
outnumber the reverend
stumps of the ones we know

I kinda like that one. It stands the test of time. Which is, several months, maybe a year or two.
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