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Wednesday, January 21, 2015

A Lesson Unlearned

A small sampling of what passes for writing in my notebooks...


I squint and sigh,
Attempting to decipher 
The random squiggles 
Drifting through my notebook, 
Scratchings that resemble 
Cuneiform translations
Of alien hieroglyphics,
Not the neat loops and lines 
Demanded in fourth grade penmanship.

Mrs. Brucker,
You have my humblest apologies…

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