8.21.11

Some weeks’ weak end leaves
you feeling hung over–as
if it never came.

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8.20.11

More beautiful than
most British women, soccer
explains its own fans.

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8.19.11

Anagram DONALD
DRAPER. You’ll find PARDONED LARD.
He’s in every man.

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8.18.11

The enemy of
poetry is Stuff To Do.
It diverts, disturbs.

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8.17.11

Everything is bro-
ken. But that’s not the whole stor-
y. After all: Love.

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8.16.11

One day taken to
say: I still pull up pictures
just to see you smile.

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8.15.11

Land softly, little
bird, on the thin of the world.
Do what I cannot.

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