I don't know how, or why
you can't seem to close them,
but it's weighing on my last nerve
Like a cold piss-soaked-sock.
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Written December 24th, 2005
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I hate drawers, you have to remember what’s in them and all that opening and shutting is such a drag... drawers (and closets come to think of it) are like coffins in my house... I’m scared to open them for fear of the skeletons lurking within. Give me an open shelved unit any day... least then you can see what you’ve got and the air can circulate.
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That reminds me of Robert Frost's poem, "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening." When he was still alive, he went to a college class where they were trying to analyze his poem, and so they asked him what it meant. He said something to the nature of "It's just a damn poem." People think it's about suicide and other things, but really it's just about walking around in the snow.
I like how this peom is straightforward and short...there's not really anything productive that I could say...so...
Nice poem.
-Meg
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Oh well,I tried atleast.How else would we learn anything if we didn't ask or try?
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No, it means that people can't seem to shut the drawers in my house.
And I stepped in dog piss. -
Does it mean that some things happen which you can't stop from happening?It's interesting anyway and I agree it can really being annoying not being able to stop them.Keep writing!
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lol Dude. I don't get this one at all. What the fuck are you on lately? Your writing is really fucking whacko. Funny as hell but it doesn't make any sense.
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