i am
an adult

now.

(what a scary
thought)

what an

interesting

experience.
my basket was

well-intentioned but

slightly off the mark--

it took a great liking
to

headgirl

mister ernie macmillan

who i do
like of course but not
in a flowery
lunch sort of
way.

from what i could see
he
felt

the same. a good time was
had by all,
the ham was

yummy,

finite.

all in all a good
after

oh, i think i get it now.

head girl?
my basket
likes you.

ow

my

ears.

(this is
not

putting me in a romantic
mood at all,
really.)

new edition of the quibbler,

today. there seems to be a bit of
trouble
with

(of all things) holes
going on.

all of you step carefully,
and if you see one

avoid it-- lest you fall through clear to
china

like the others.

(daddy sent me
biscuits today. they're shaped
like fish.

in rememberance of the
tunabiscuit i think.)

school is,
as i said,

lovelyandwonderful and

to those who have asked:

wild horses with
crowbars couldn't keep the poetry club from

reforming. same time.

same night. let the rhyming
begin.

(sixth year is

harder than fifth but nicer
ithink

because there are no owls
looming overhead.)

how lovely

to be

back.

summer was nice

but school is
nicer i think.

a
riddle.

he starts and ends two common english words
one painful in love
one painful in everyday matters
do you know what two words must i be?

(happy belated
birthday

ginnyfer.)

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