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For additional excitement, I've added the two top-drawing pages from my high school website to this creation. They're filed under exposition. These pieces indicate many things, but the most telling is that I was very weird when I was in High School: very weird. Have five years changed me that much? I'm not sure. At present, this section contains a sparse selection of pieces. It contains some of the least embarrassing poems that I have evidence of web posting on my geocities site, which has been canned by the man. There are some poems that I wrote after drinking a couple beers to try to submit to the university literary magazine. They are usually pretty starved for stuff and print multiple pieces from the same authors. At five bucks a pop, it seemed like a good scheme. Apparently, I'm not the only one who thought of it as the editors were the only authors with two published submissions. Guess which of my poems was printed. Here's a hint. It's not the best.
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e-mail: my_left_toe@hotmail.com
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e-journal: Tracking
a Wandering Mind
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May 14, 2003
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