Closure, 7/30/09
No office. No pencils. No desk.
No lunch orders. Nothing is left
But to clean out the drawer
And to wonder if you're
Headed east or remaining out west.
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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