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Someday I will write a book about the things people forget to tell me.
April is National Poetry Month here in the US, which is, perhaps, one of the best possible excuses to spam my friends list with random poems. Here are four poems I'm crazy about: What Cowboys Know About Love, Oatmeal, That Vagrant Mistral Vexing the Sun, and How to Love a Bicycle.
Mmmm. Poetry. I love language- I just wish English weren't so... ugh.
April is National Poetry Month here in the US, which is, perhaps, one of the best possible excuses to spam my friends list with random poems. Here are four poems I'm crazy about: What Cowboys Know About Love, Oatmeal, That Vagrant Mistral Vexing the Sun, and How to Love a Bicycle.
Mmmm. Poetry. I love language- I just wish English weren't so... ugh.