Poetry...Possibly
Blog by Hannah Frank
Wednesday, August 11, 2021
LIFE
Sometimes I grab an egg that I think is hard boiled, and it's not.
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What is to be said about the thousand pieces of tape?
Submarine
I am the asterisk, the amplifier I am the ambulance, the town crier I am the asterisk, I am the amplifier I am the am the attitude, I am the...
Eggs Lead to Heaven
The excellent egg sat on the table unable to move for it was the solstice and it was in a planetary groove It sat still just for a moment, i...