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2003-09-04 || my poem of boogeritry
It is only 4th period and I have already tripped twice and run into the wall THREE TIMES.

But I'm all whateva, ya know, because today I look Hot.

The end.

Also, we are doing modernist poetry in English class, and they are incredibly weird, so I created a poem of my own:

Booger. Sit there on the desk.
Boy eats you.
You travel down the black petal of dirty dirt.
Ploop.

Good! Right!?

Yeah, okay.

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