I read something this weekend about the Fibonacci sequence (0-1-1-2-3-5-8) and how it's all the rage in poetry these days. Here is my own little contribution, in honor of National Poetry Month.
First
day.
So rough.
The work week.
Just what is the point?
Glad for “How I Met Your Mother.”
17 April 2006
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