"Many people hear voices when no one is there. Some of them are called mad and are shut up in rooms where they stare at the walls all day. Others are called writers and they do pretty much do the same thing." -Meg Chittenden

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Ode to Cheese

Ode to Cheese

Staring out a window
I ponder,
O how I miss my cheese.
O cheese! O life!
Where art thou now?
Among the mice,
With breadcrumbs
And grapes?
Or on the moon,
With the stars
And dreams?
O cheese! O life!
Dost thou miss me?
For I miss thee.
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