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Slouching Toward Infinity

Tuesday, August 30, 2005



















N’Orleans is brimming
I don’t want to be swimming
My dear Ponchartrain
Though steps are a strain

Worry not, my tribe
‘bout hotels, mud inside
(After five months - remote)
We’ll just rent a house boat!
Posted by Doseydotes at 3:44 PM

2 comments:

Jana said...

And will your marathon become a swim meet instead? :-)

4:44 PM
Anonymous said...

Cute!
Mary

8:47 AM

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