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"This Ain't No Poem, It's How I Feel"
by Brad Kemp

Our nation is founded on excess and cigarette butts;
I can think of nothing heavier than an airplane;
No greater conglomerate of steel load-bearing wings;
All that I have been is a product of what I am;
What I am has been a long time coming;
There are no verbs to be recited in this blankness;
I stand by all that I've learned and memorized;
The ingredients of paper are inconsequential;
Getting there faster is a method of procrastination;

That's it, that's all. That wasn't a poem. It was a flow of thoughts. I'm in a pretty good mood. Blogging has not become an expression of myself, but I guess it's alright to write a few enjoyable little tidbits of life here and there. Guess this means that I'm back or something.