A life in words
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“Quoth the Raven”; Or, On the Demise of Schmoopsy-poo
Well, I got back to Provo last night and one of the first things I did was run like a frightened child to the ever-loving side of my dear Jenny, or Schmoopsy-poo as I like to call her when my heart is most profusely gushing forth its unending affections towards her. We had been divided…
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A Friend’s Poem
After about 5 years of separation from most of my earthly belongings, I finally went with my dad to his storage unit to pick up all of the old junk that I left behind when I went back to college after my mission. Well, it’s really cool to go through this stuff after so much…
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Oh, Senators, Again!
Related to my public outrage against the farm bill, the Swine Line lets us know what’s been cooking on Capitol Hill as far as fiscal (ir)responsibility. Even the reform committees are adrift in bacon grease leaking out of those pork barrels!