burning out,
listening all day long,
the words of others, droning.
documenting ...
this, that and the bloody other.
satiated,
filled to overflowing,
ears plugged full, still buzzing.
trying to forget ...
this, that and the bloody other.
hungry,
arriving at the mic,
ordering chicken, a cold drink.
desperately needing ...
this, that and the bloody other.
what?!?!?
i hear, "six lumps of coal,
freeze-dried, a head's in the window,"
anxiously awaiting ...
this, that and the bloody other.
... poetry is everywhere ... thankfully ... 'twas the end of a very long day, transcribing my brain loose with "this, that and the *truly* bloody other." end-o-day-o, this is what i heard, at the dq drive-through with my nine-year-old ... my famous last words ... "let's make dinner a simple act," yet it turned into one more thing to be deciphered. What we think he said, "six-sixty-four, please drive ahead to the window."
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Reviews of "this, that and the bloody other"
Reviewed by A.J.
Reviewed on April 4, 2003
I liked it.Good write mom!I remember that day!
Reviewed by Eroica Mendoza (Reader)
Reviewed on January 30, 2003
hello anne... bloody excellent!
Reviewed by Bogdan Tiganov (Reader)
Reviewed on December 21, 2002
this that and the bloody scream
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on November 13, 2002
You're are fair at deciphering, but great at writing. Little anne cunningham with the small name. bill
Imogene, a country-bred girl, longs to make a life for herself in New York City. She joins forces with her former college roommate to start a movie production company in the big city.
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