Not the powder it was named for, 5/9/09
The scent of a candle's delightful
But if left from the day till the night you'll
Regret shutting it
In the powder room lit
'Cause soot-covered walls are most frightful
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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