The water line of my mason jar reads 10 ounces.
Glad flowers commend.
Today, less spritely:
Car breaks down,
three hour essay,
call my mom.
Down to 8 so quickly.
Tomorrow I will:
brush my teeth,
create my report,
charm the mechanic,
break down.
For good-posture flowers,
I'm up to 12.
5/19/2008
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