Poem: Precedent
No one taught me how.
I came unformed, unaware.
I tried to be nice to make up
for the inexperience.
Lack of pride got in the way and
revealed what was obvious.
I came unformed, unaware.
I tried to be nice to make up
for the inexperience.
Lack of pride got in the way and
revealed what was obvious.
posted by debbie millman at 3/29/2006 02:38:00 AM
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