This bird looks the way I feel. Frazzled. Another month like this, and I'll be just about ready to punch my ticket. Or kick my bucket. Or kick something else.
I know that the exam next Friday will just be the start of all the tests/procedures they'll want to run. That's what I know. What I fear is that I'll wind up in University Hospital, and I'D RATHER DIE HYAH! among the pollen, sick cats, thousands of books, reams of scrap paper, and other paraphernalia of the good life.
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I have a poem in this anthology, published by the Birmingham Public Library. The book was sent to me by Haruyo Miyagawa, Head of the Arts/Literature/Sports Department.
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