A Careful Examination of Media, Politics, and Academia
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Expect the worst.
It might come in a wave, swiftly and impenitent,
Or it may creep like an unscratchable itch in your ear.
Regardless, we will toast to our shadows on the wall—
The only testament to our being here, at all.
Written by gypsysavage
February 7, 2008 at 3:50 pm
Posted in Poetry