18 April 2004

Dreaming up Poems. The problem with writing poems while you're asleep is that you can't remember them when you wake up the next morning. You only remember parts of them. Here's what I remembered when I woke up this morning...

"... and so it happened, that she was burried,
In a grave that was bought for her sister.
Funny thing was, that after a week,
Nobody really missed her."

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