Monday, August 3, 2009

We Made It

My poem about the last week.  Just be happy I'm not more emo.

We got out of the old place by the first.  
I spent the week being grimy, sweaty, and gross while moving/cleaning.  
Our new place is full of boxes.
I'm too tired to rhyme or count syllables.
Time to sleep.

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