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Thursday, December 14, 2006

IT'S ALWAYS ABOUT ME

My scale says I'm fat.
My bank says I'm thin.
My boss says I'm out.
My phone says I'm in.
My car doesn't start.
My kids never end.
My thoughts are not straight.
My back doesn't bend.
My luck's running cold.
My feet are too hot.
My life is a dash.
My faith is a dot.
Posted by timmy t at 1:15 PM

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  • ▼  2006 (39)
    • ▼  December (39)
      • THE CHINESE HAVE THEIR SIMPLE WOK
      • ZIPITOR
      • LIMA BEANS
      • THE ORPHAN'S MOON
      • THE EXPLOITS OF BRITTENY SPEARS
      • SOMALIA (a prose poem)
      • IF COLLEGE IS YOUR CUP OF TEA
      • SWEDE JOHNSON
      • THE MINIMUM WAGE IS DEFINED
      • MEAT PACKING IS FUN DOWN AT SWIFT
      • IT'S ALWAYS ABOUT ME
      • I'M WRITING TO YOU
      • SUDOKU
      • PYOO - SEE - KAT
      • WHY I DON'T WORK FOR RINGLING BROS ANYMORE
      • FOR XMAS DEAR SANTA I CRAVE
      • KBTO
      • A POPULAR BRAND
      • THE UNFULFILLED LONG JOHN
      • IN THE SOUP
      • SYLLABUS FOR NEW DEMOCRATS IN CONGRESS
      • ANIMAL CREDO
      • EMILY DICKINSON
      • FIRST SNOW
      • A FISH TO A MAN IS A MEAL
      • FLU SHOT
      • EFFRONTERY
      • ON PATROL
      • MY HOLIDAY SHOPPING
      • WE INVADED THE WRONG COUNTRY
      • LIVE AND LET LIVE
      • HAPPY HUMBUG
      • MORNING MEMO
      • WHEN TAKING AN OATH
      • THE CHEAPER THE CLOCK
      • MEXICO MIME
      • SPY STUFF
      • The Scoop on . . .
      • Snivel War

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