If I could write like EMILY DICKINSON, I'd be dead: Paradise

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Thursday, January 28, 2010

Paradise

Went shopping with my sunroof open and window down, Jewel singing Goodbye Alice as I prepare to freeze to death in this town. Got a roast in the oven busted three eggs, now I'm short a few dozen. Dishes are clean. Trash is out. Want to go bed but not without. Freeze is coming, Jewel keeps strumming... Sign in to see full entry.

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