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Sunday, February 17, 2008
I wanted to write a new poem on the subway in New York
But then I didn't.
But when I was home I wanted to write a poem called "Willy's Four Alarm Chili"
but there is nothing to write,
but I wrote this,
nothing having to do with food should end in an alarm
but it doesn't end in alarm, it ends in chili
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