I may feel like I’m in a huge drought, but apparently I can be creative when I’m drinking. My magnetic poetry from the other night after a few glasses of wine at T.J.’s birthday dinner was pretty decent upon further analysis:
I swear it’s not a Jacob reference.
Written By: Colleen
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Sep•
06•10
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