Poetry and musings of a zany Mormon girl who is very proud of her Erda roots.

Thursday, January 27, 2011


Sometimes I like to pretend to be wise.

Occasionally I like to pontificate just to hear my own voice say smart-ish things.

Every once in a while I believe that I am capable of big thoughts with big words.

But most of the time I'm just tongue-tied.

At loss for words.

With a need to ruminate before attempting response.

And a tall glass of water.

To cure inevitable cotton-mouth.

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