...is the title of my poem just accepted for Nerve Cowboy #20, due Fall 2005.
It's the tale of a well-intentioned soul torn between the calls of nature and a friend in need.
In the words of The Rascals:
I'm just a soul whose intentions are good,
Oh lord, please don't let me be misunderstood.
1 comment:
Call of nature? As in, use the bathroom?
Just a joke.
Congrats Gerald.
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