Myself, arch-traitor to myself
In honor of my first all-nighter so far this fall, I took a break from the due-in-seven-hours mania to pen this precious bit of haiku goodness:
Easy Cheese on Ritz
Impeded by shaking hands ...
No more Dew this night.
Brownie points to anyone who knows where the title of this post came from. It seemed particularly appropriate, given the situation.
posted by E.F. Ewing @ 3:31 AM
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1 Comments:
Christina G. Rossetti's poem "Who shall deliver me?"
I cheated because I was curious, good poem though!(Hers more than yours, no offense)
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