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Wednesday, March 21, 2001

Found on another bloggger's site. You can visit him at In the Closet Boy

To Santa Claus and Little Sisters...
Author unknown

Once... he wrote a poem.
And he called it "Chops"
Because that was the name of
his dog, and that's what it was all about.
And the teacher gave him an "A"
And a gold star
And his mother hung it on the
kitchen door and read it to all his aunts...

Once... he wrote another poem.
And he called it "Question Mark Innocence,"
Because that was the name of
his grief and that's what it was all about.
And the professor gave him an "A"
And a strange and steady look.
And his mother never hung it
on the kitchen door, because he never let her see it...

Once, at 3 a.m.... he tried another poem...
And he called it absolutely nothing
because that's what it was all about.
And he gave himself an "A"
And a slash on each damp wrist,
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because he couldn't reach the kitchen.


From JAG: Wow.

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