i've got a new diseases: Potter's Lung. aka, my throat's been hurting ever since pottery class on monday. may actually be sickness and not just dry dustiness...hopefully not. :(
anyway, here's a goofy rhymey poem:
Charted waters hide their beasts
As well as seas unseen--
The terrors twenty thousand deep
Are the same from green to green.
And hurricanes are comin', come,
To blow your boat of-course:
You mapped with all the might you have--
But it fled at Triton's force.
You know just where you want to go,
And how to read the sky,
But travel long enough, and you'll
Be-wildered by and by.
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