Death, Depression, Fibonacci, Isolation, Mother, Poems, Poetry, recovery, Shame, Take Me To The Hospital
This entry was posted on May 28, 2011, 2:31 pm and is filed under Poems. You can follow any responses to this entry through RSS 2.0.
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#1 by Kay Camden on May 30, 2011 - 1:25 am
This is… a good thing?
#2 by Carl on May 30, 2011 - 7:37 am
The poem isn’t.
It is good to knock out the chores, right? There is an unfair dig at how my mom used to deal with the choirs – Perhaps more, an unfair dig at how much I allowed that to mess me up. Thanks for your comment.
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