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Oh my god, my eyes

What is that strange thing in the sky and why does my skin feel so warm?  

Seriously I just got back from lunch and it's so nice out.  Why do I have to be in my office filling out VISA information for a trip to China?  I want to be outside in the sun. It's feeling like spring.  I can barly remember the freak snow storm that happened on Sunday.

Now it only has to be this nice while I'm at Gulf Wars. 

The comment I made on Courtney's journal made me track down one of my favorite poems from when I was little.  I met Shel Silverstein once when I lived in Germany.  All I remember was a really tall man, who was sort of scary looking who told me funny and strange poems. 

Shel Silverstein - Whatif

Last night, while I lay thinking here,
some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
and pranced and partied all night long
and sang their same old Whatif song:
Whatif I'm dumb in school?
Whatif they've closed the swimming pool?
Whatif I get beat up?
Whatif there's poison in my cup?
Whatif I start to cry?
Whatif I get sick and die?
Whatif I flunk that test?
Whatif green hair grows on my chest?
Whatif nobody likes me?
Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?
Whatif I don't grow talle?
Whatif my head starts getting smaller?
Whatif the fish won't bite?
Whatif the wind tears up my kite?
Whatif they start a war?
Whatif my parents get divorced?
Whatif the bus is late?
Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight?
Whatif I tear my pants?
Whatif I never learn to dance?
Everything seems well, and then
the nighttime Whatifs strike again!


Emma - Newest Flemish
Dawnie / Emma West

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