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The Little Review

Poem for 3/20

Tug O' War
by Shel Silverstein

I will not play at tug o' war.
I'd rather play at hug o' war,
Where everyone hugs
Instead of tugs,
Where everyone giggles
And rolls on the rug,
Where everyone kisses,
And everyone grins,
And everyone cuddles,
And everyone wins.


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This is good to know though pretty darned hilarious considering that I don't own any glitter and couldn't tell you what anyone is ever wearing. The wonderful vertigo66 from whom I grabbed it said she'll tape the Dawson's Creek marathon for me while we're in Europe next month. Must come up with something very, very nice to do for her. Finding nude pics of Ian Somerhalder that she hasn't already seen seems unlikely; anyone got Tom Welling's phone number?

And gacked ages ago from cupiscent:

1) Five nicknames you've had.
Jolly Green Midget, Love Bear, YCD, Queen of Sap, fangirl.

2) Five books you've read recently.
Forever by Pete Hamill, Sharpe's Victory by Rachel Murrell, Summerland by Michael Chabon, Caravaggio by Leo Bersani, Stalking Elijah by Rodger Kamenetz.

3) Five quirky facts about you.
I'm under five feet tall, I collect Tarot decks even though I don't believe in divination, the first three boys I ever kissed were all named David, I once memorized the entire Periodic Table of Elements, and I have no idea how to program my own VCR.

4) Five people who have influenced your life.
My father's mother Sylvia, my college roommate Tracey, my freshman English prof Maureen, vertigo66 and windsweptaway.

5) Five things to which you're looking forward.
The war ending, going to Europe, having lunch with perkypaduan, The Two Towers extended edition DVD, and working on schmoopy fic over the weekend.

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