Friday, August 24, 2007

Sometime I'm going to write a title that's longer than the poem itself

THOUGHTS ON GETTING OUT OF A NICE WARM BED IN AN ICE-COLD HOUSE TO GO TO THE BATHROOM AT THREE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING
by Judith Viorst

Maybe life was better
When I used to be a wetter.

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