I Got Nothin', 1/29.09
When stumped for a limerick to write
I'll sit here for hours at night
Try to start with "It's nice..."
Only to realize
It isn't, it totally bites.
Eve of destruction, 12/8/09
Tomorrow I turn 41. What to do once these limericks are done? Will my idle hands seek Out some evil unspeak- able once this new freedom's begun?
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