A poem.
Ahem.
My alarm clock is a lion
Prowling on thickly padded feet
Lurking on the edge of my
Soft contented dreams
Until, ferociously attacking, he
Growls right in my ear
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3 comments:
so very cute
You read Walden...
What did you think?
I hand't checked your blog in a while and it was inspiring to see that you're keeping it up. Yet again I find that I know amazingly awesome people. I hear you are Starbuck's favorite employee, does that mean you make better coffee than all the other baristas? Good job anyhow.
Phil
Bah! I hate that lion. I think we need to get some hunters together and finish him once and for all :-)
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