Wednesday
Jun272012
That Poem About a Path Diverging in the Woods by Robert Frost

I drew so many dragons in sixth grade.
Every study hall. Full-color, all-unique, all-bloody-teeth. Some with stegosaurus
bloody spiked tails. Wings, extra heads, super-long claws, extra-bloody teeth.
They were sweet dragons. Even girls liked them!
And then I took a speech class and started writing.
I didn’t realize that poem is about abstinence.
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