Beth Grant

Old Note

How the ancients settled themselves into the ritual of the day, I shall surely never truly understand, for I tend to scream silently at the slightest indication of normalcy heading toward the hole of boredom.

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 12, 2010

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