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4 stars

today ****
only four stars out of five
that's just because the sun seemed to spit at me
it's march for goodness sakes, not july

by the way, I imagine bugs must have taken hold
of my stomach and brain
mainly because I am itchy, nervous, quicker than usual
they must be pulling me around with their 6 legs,
6 legs plus mine, that's greased lightning

also, I might have been a killer in my past life,
and not a pampered queen like I thought,
this occurred to me as I was forced to put the
kitchen knife down instead of bringing it into the office.

i'm so cool
****

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Amber said…
kelsie, you are my hero. also, i miss you here in the office. what up? yesterday was bring your kitchen knife to work day, and you weren't here. sigh.
7:26 PM
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