omfg.

miss stretchberry.

_{SEPTEMBER 27}

I don't understand
the poem about
the red wheelbarrow
and the white chickens
and why so much
depends upon
them.

If that is a poem
about the red wheelbarrow
and the white chickens
then any words
can be a poem.
You've just got to
make
short
lines.

_{JANUARY 10}

I really really really
did NOT get
the pasture poem
you read today.

I mean:
somebody's going out
to the pasture
to clean the spring
and to get
the little tottery calf
while he's out there
and he isn't going
to be gone long
and he wants YOU
(who is you?)
to come too.

I mean REALLY.

And you said that
Mr. Robert Frost
who wrote
about the pasture
was also the one
who wrote about
those snowy woods
and the miles to go
before he sleeps -
well!

I think Mr. Robert Frost
has a little
too
much
time
on his
hands.

-By Jack
[Love That Dog]

haha. a good book that is. fresh enchanting utterly original.

i watched peter pan. it made me sad.

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