Thursday, September 3, 2009

Workshop: Try #2

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Matt London

This blanket used to have form.

It could walk into a restaurant,

and the waiter would snap out a table for it

just like that.

It cursed like a sailor, said he was its bride.

Nobody cared about its manners, they just

let it be… let it be cool.

One story goes like this

(and this is from at least 2 different sources):

it owned a fast car, something red –

cops would never dream of pulling it over.

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