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If they told you I'm mad, then they lied. I'm odd, but it isn't compulsive. I'm the triolet, bursting with pride; If they told you I'm mad, then they lied. No, it isn't obsessive. Now hide All the spoons or I might get convulsive. If they told you I'm mad then they lied. I'm odd, but it isn't compulsive. What Poetry Form Are You?

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Quote of the Day:

"...the most poetical thing in the world is not being sick."
-- G.K. Chesterton, The Man Who Was Thursday

Well, I could do with some of that there poetry in my life right about now.

*coughs and blows nose*
*wipes baby's nose -- again*
*wipes toddler's nose -- again*

Blech.