Saturday, April 15, 2006

Sixty-Seventh Entry

Man, I just seem to be getting more and more tired the more sleep I get.

Here's my poem:

ZILLIONS

My first fortune became stones in Wyoming.
You can see my statue there, chiseled hollow
pupils staring down the empty highway,
symbolizing my dominion over earth.

Now I sell cheap metrocards
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