Get a job, he said
Pursue your interests in spare time
Put the brakes on my heart
What poetry can flow
From a life run out of gas
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
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This blog is my perspective - on love, life and living in San Francisco. Happy, angry, aroused -- it's all recorded for your enjoyment. Topics: Dating, Relationships, Life in San Francisco, Admiring Men, Writing, Art, Women, Singles Events, Tango, Asking for Directions, and Finding Direction. Unless otherwise noted, all poems and stories on this blog are © Copyright Margot Rudell 2008 - 2014. Enjoy!
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Hm, most of Sylvia Plath's poetry was wrung out of a life that she interpreted as "out of gas."
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