hopefully i will keep up with this after i don't have to anymore. it's good to be forced to write a little. even if i haven't had much time and i've recycled a lot of my older writing...maybe sometime i will get inspired. anyway, since i started with cummings, i will now end with him-
who knows if the moon's
a balloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky--filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should
get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
why then
we'd go up higher with all the pretty people
than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody's ever visited,where
always
it's
Spring)and everyone's
in love and flowers pick themselves
Coconut
Not sure what this has to do with books...
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