Thursday, September 21, 2006

Hunting this morning for some documents that have been eluding me (wish I could trust Google enough to let 'em onto my desktop) I found an old poem from the summer of 2002 that reminded me how much... well, how much more like Williamsburg Inwood is becoming. Still. I like it up there. A lot of trees, a little highway noise, not much English in the air.

Cliff Notes version of the poem: Everybody changes, has a past and an imagination.

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I'm Jordan Davis.
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