Day in the life of a Dayna: Sometimes under the wild ricing moon: A poem by Dayna

November 17, 2005

Sometimes under the wild ricing moon: A poem by Dayna

�there will be people who still complain about its structure. I, on the other hand, will bitch at them because they are too ignorant to even know what it stands for. Sometimes under the wild ricing moon,

I will try to propel myself like a rocket man through its giant hoop. Sometimes under the wild ricing moon,

I will at times laugh out loud when I gaze at the giant ring and think to myself that it looks like a giant nuva-ring. Sometimes under the wild ricing moon,

I will picture a giant hippo hula-hooping with the giant moon. Sometimes, under the wild ricing moon,

I will have a lovely picnic as I drink almost an entire bottle of my favorite wine. Sometimes, under the wild ricing moon,

The people will tremble in fear as the electro-magnetic weapon reeks havoc on Duluth. Sometimes under the wild ricing moon,

Posted by groo0018 at November 17, 2005 10:05 AM

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you forgot I will watch as people jump through the giant hoop in hopes of getting what they want out of the administration. Sometimes, under the wild ricing moon, I will remember the giant zerio foundly as the number of times that I plan on coming back to this school once I graduate. Sometimes, under the wild ricing moon... Posted by: Teri at November 20, 2005 3:10 PM