Tuesday, January 24, 2012

What Your Mom Does for a Living (Hopefully).

Well, children, it's finally happened. Just this week, I received in the mail my official Poet card, meaning that I am, officially, a card-carrying poet.



I hope that by the time you exist and can read this, the title of this post is true. Which I guess means that I hope the future world has an insatiable hunger for poetry. And let's face it, if there is no such hunger in the future world, WHO WOULD WANT TO LIVE THERE?!?!

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