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american midol
03/05/2007 = 12:48 PM

I don't know whether to be upset over the fact that I have no chance of winning the überquool prizes being handed out for this contest, or to be flattered by the fact that the overall consensus is that my poem was just not bad enough to piss off the judges, thus earning higher bad-poem points, or to be more upset that my poem is too good to win a bad poetry contest and too wretched to win any good poetry contests.

I think I'll just give some love to this artist. She was my art teacher when I was a tiny kid. (She also taught me to make stir-fry.) Everyone go buy some note cards.

Tags: poem, Ellen Hoverkamp

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