| Kilimanjaro's Wrath
Posted: 7/27/2009 5:04:27 PM | I stepped out of my happy little apartment house
and onto the sidewalk.
Whistling as I stepped tenderly, like a sneaky cat, or
a sneaky catburglar I pranced along rows of nice yellow
and orange and purple dwellings where my gnome-like
homemaking neighbors stirred giant pots filled with
stews and soups.
After I had gotten about half way to the market I was becoming
so happy with my day that I was now almost laying back totally
into the sidwalk behind me, legs out front, righteously trucking
along.
It was then that I opened up my backpack and produced a bag
of soynuts, which I ate.
It was going to be a nice day. | |
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