Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Today's poem

Is perfect. Especially following all our hunts for timberloks (versus lag bolts), cone head nails for tin ceiling (nobody at any hardware store knows that one), and pig's ear railing stock.

You all know what this poet is talking about.

http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/index.php?date=2008/09/23?refid=0

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