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some of the boys went down in city to church we had preaching in the afternoon in the afternoon in the baracks
i don't know if it's because of the repetition of 'in the afternoon' or what, but this feels like a found poem.
actually much of the diary do far feels very poetical despite (perhaps because of?) its mundanity.
I can't decide between this one and the 12th (boys was glad to see / us found some mud) for my favourite entries so far.
Posted by: Tricia | Tuesday, February 15, 2005 at 03:20 PM
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i don't know if it's because of the repetition of 'in the afternoon' or what, but this feels like a found poem.
actually much of the diary do far feels very poetical despite (perhaps because of?) its mundanity.
I can't decide between this one and the 12th (boys was glad to see / us found some mud) for my favourite entries so far.
Posted by: Tricia | Tuesday, February 15, 2005 at 03:20 PM