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Tuesday, April 5, 2011
My forebears, they were tall.
So very tall were they all.
Picking fruit in the Fall.
Yet rarely playing basketball.
by Turtle Shell
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This was this week's submission to the Commuter, and was written to this week's "Ancestry" or "Who am I?" prompt.
So very tall were they all.
Picking fruit in the Fall.
Yet rarely playing basketball.
by Turtle Shell
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This was this week's submission to the Commuter, and was written to this week's "Ancestry" or "Who am I?" prompt.
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In my mind this poem makes up the words in a very short and pointless children's book. Each page would have one sentence, and would be accompanied by a cute picture of tall people who all look related standing around, picking fruit off of trees, and not playing basketball.
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