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| moana (profile) wrote, on 1-12-2005 at 1:12pm | |
| Current mood: non-human Music: kidney theives - arsenal Subject: plants and snails |
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| Some middle schooler walks by Andy, 7amada, Zed and me carrying a plant. This was our reaction. Andy: Oooh look! Plant! 7amada: Can you smoke that thing? me: I want to pee on it... Andy: No, I want to look at it and admire its beauty... *Andy and I crack up* For a Five Year Old, by Fleur Adcock A snail is climbing up your window-sill Into your room, after a night of rain. You call me in to see, and I explain that it would be unkind to leave it there: it might crawl to the floor; we must take care that no one squashes it. You understand, and carry it outside, with careful hand, to eat a daffodil. I see, then, that a kind of faith prevails: your gentleness is moulded still by words from me, who have trapped mice and shot wild birds, from me, who drowned your kittens, who betrayed your closest relatives, and who purveyed the harshest kind of truth to many another. But that is how things are: I am your mother, And we are kind to snails. |
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| Anonymous | lil chyna sez, 01-12-05 10:45am i love that poem. ms williams' class right? she read it to us last year.. |
moana | Re: lil chyna sez, 01-13-05 7:59am yes! i love its conclusion.
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