There's that song.
All along I've held this animous,
an anonymous dislike for its root
that burrows into every furrow
of gray matter. Mad as a hatter
and twice as worn. I was not born
to listen incessantly to this melody.
And just when it appears to disappear,
I hear it. There's that song.
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Writing my check and sticking it in the mail first thing in the morning. Can't wait to get my copy!
ReplyDeleteOops. Posted this in the wrong place. Well, you know what I mean. ;)
ReplyDeleteI LOVE this one! I love anything that references a mad hatter, but I feel like this should be part of a novel.
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