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it is almost impossible to be unhappy
when wearing a polka dot dress.
it's like magic.
the more i think about it
it might not be the dress itself...
i think maybe it's the polka dots...
the polka dot shoes work, too...both pairs...
and the polka dot skirt
and that polka dot shirt i bought...
i own a lot of polka dots.)
(truth...the word polka dot is starting to
sound funny...i think i said it too many times)
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i often wonder if
it's apparent to people driving by me
i walk the whole way home
trying not to step on any cracks
in the sidewalk...
i have to take extra big steps
then 6 tiny steps
followed by jumping to the
because it's fun
and i don't want to break my mother's back
(see, mom. i'm always thinking about ya!)
i suspect maybe it's not as apparent
as i would hope
and that people probably think
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speaking of walking home...
why do people insist on stopping for me
at the one crosswalk
that i don't have to cross at?
and then get mad and speed off
when i turn
instead of crossing.
i am literally starting to get stressed
about it now as i come to that intersection...
in my head, i'm like...
they think i am going straight
but i'm going to turn
and now they are waiting for me
but i am going to turn
so i'm just not going to make
eye contact or maybe i should
point to the way i'm turning
or maybe there's some sort of
they are expecting...like people on bikes do
but i don't know what that
and damn it...
now i just stepped on a crack
got hit with gravel
as that car sped off all mad cause i didn't cross.
maybe i should just start crossing
even though i'm NOT GOING THAT WAY.
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i wasn't going to write about
of these today.
funny how i sit down here
with one plan in mind
and something else totally different & slightly odd
comes out instead.
i blame the polka dot dress.
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