Hopita (hopita) wrote,
Hopita
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Richard Brautigan

I just sent an email which is making my tummy do flip flops. I was going to include an old Richard Brautigan poem with it, but then thought better of it, so I decided I'd drop the poem off here:


April 7, 1969

I feel so bad today
that I want to write a poem.
I don't care: any poem, this
poem.
Tags: depression, h.w.s.r.n., poetry, richard brautigan
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