Saturday, October 31, 2009

FEETS.

I'm not one small atomic bomb.
I'm not anything at all

I'm not the feather at your feet
I'm not your yellow brick street
I'm not anyone you'll see
I'm not anything

Now, now

Feats:

I wore socks to bed and stayed warm.
I opened up to an uncomfortable grandmother.
I introduced two worlds together, and they both loved it.
I broke up a fight today.
I cleaned a scraped knee today.
I talked nicely with my stepdads girlfriend.
I painted spiders with red eyes and fangs on four little boys' cheeks.

I gave candy to a stranger. ha


happy halloween. (The new Tom's.)

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