I finally finished my final draft of the Puking Poem, affectionately titled "A Psychadelic Yawn". The peer edits on it generally consisted of "wow that was vivid; cool!" and "glad I wasn't eating when I read that
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I burned my finger today while cooking eggs this morning, and it's pretty bad . . . swelled and turned red, besides the shiny little mark it left right on the joint
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