Coco Crisp cares about the team.
Snowballs make lousy baseballs.
posted by Lee @ 20:56
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Last Gasp
Last Gasp, where bad poetry, poor political analysis, and meaningless observations come to die.
Sunday, March 19, 2006
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tsk...tsk...tsk...
You don't tsk the crappy little poems, but tsk the silent poem I posted yesterday? Like John Cage to music I am expanding poetic consciousness. The poem was your fingers on the keyboard, the electrons stretched out from Baltimore to Helsinki whirring in silent communication. The poem was the arrangement of things and the disappointment of expectation. It was an ode to dereliction of duty, to the shirker, the slacker!
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