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Connect The Dots, With Words

A little game I like to play, called Connect The Dots, With Words:

Mary Elizabeth MastrAntonio Cromartie’s uncountable Kids In The Hall, Scott, Nash, Kevin, and Hogan, Hulk-amania’s running wild on you, but at a noticeably limpier pace than 23 years (wake me up, before you go) (a)go-gol BordelLow Riders on The Storm Cloud Atlas ShruggEd O’Neill and Katy Segal, with two commendable performances as Leela and GEmma WatSon’s of AnarchaeoloJesus Walks, by Kanye West End Girls by Pet Shop Boyz N The Hood, Robin Williams, Robbie ColTrain’s Drops of Jupiter in her Hairspray tantaMount OlymPuss in Bootleg Jean (Rage Against The) Machine washAbel and Caine, Michael Jackson, Prince, pre-symbol, when he was pumping out hits like Raspberry BerEtta James, LeBronski BeatNick Cage The Elephantiasis of the scrotum is a really big problem to Hava Na(r)gil(a)(e), or Hookah, but not the kind that Lafayette calls everyOne of Us by ABBatman and Robin, and since I’ve already used Robin, I should probably end things here.

That Day in February

That day in February,

When I wanted to change;

That day in February,

When I’d let go of the blame;

A day like any other,

With hours, seconds, minutes;

With motion and commotion,

The earth, on its axis, spinning;

A day like any other,

With power, war, and sinning;

With motion and commotion,

The earth, on its axis, spinning;

A day like no other,

New, hopeful, gracious;

With slates wiped clean,

And silence born of patience;

A day like no other,

Where horizons were clear;

Where light shone brighter,

A place to let go of the fear;

That day in February,

When I needed to change;

That day in February,

With a little less pain.