Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Unforseen Benefits #1

An unforeseen benefit of being a minor poet in a small town in rural Missouri, is that I’ll never have to write an inaugural poem.
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4 comments:

  1. G.C.1/22/2013 9:18 AM

    You must run for president yourself, John. And when you win, I will write your inaugural poem. It will be about squirrels, and the moons of Jupiter, and lactose intolerance.

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  2. Delia Psyche1/22/2013 4:59 PM

    If the moons of Jupiter are made of green cheese, squirrels, being rodents, would like to eat them. But lactose-intolerant squirrels would have to abstain.

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  3. John Gallaher1/22/2013 5:08 PM

    One does not run for president. One crawls.

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  4. G.C.1/23/2013 8:03 AM

    "O you dig and I dig, and I dig toward you, and on our finger the ring awakes" (Celan). John, you must wake the ring.

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