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Tuesday, April 20, 2010

The questions I found in the back pocket of my boot cut jeans after coming out of the dryer.

Is it better to have no oppions than to have all the wrong ones?

If I decide not to judge anything, am I really deciding anything?

Do people ever really listen, whithout talking in their head?

Can I realy do anything I put my mind to?

Could I change who I am by tommorrow?

When the wind blows, where does it stop?

How long does it take for microwaves to kill you?

Why do deaf people need to "sign" clapping?

How many of these questions will crumble into lint, before I answer any of them?


Modeled after a poem by Elena Georgiou

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