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A tool of mediocrity

Matt

A poem of excuses...

"I don't get it
No one ever taught me this before
We didn't learn it that way
It's too hard
I HATE History, it is too boring
WHO CARES? THEY ARE ALL DEAD!!!
I'm never going to use this..."

"... wait a minute...
is that how you do it?
That's all there is to it?
That's so EASY!
Why didn't anyone else explain it to me like that?
That makes so much more sense than how I heard it before.
What? You don't get it either? I know how to do it now, let me show you."

"Mr. Mullen, I have a B in history!!! I have never had a B in history! You are a great teacher!"

"Mr. Mullen, I talked to my mom about the election and she said, 'how did you learn all that smart people talk?' I learned it from you! She has NEVER called me smart before! Thanks!"

/Why I do it.

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12/11/2008 05:45:00 PM
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Because of You

Matt

I don't need to write poetry anymore, because every day with you is the greatest poem ever written.

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10/30/2008 05:42:00 AM
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Marie Antionette

Matt

"I miss my head"

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7/15/2008 09:36:00 PM
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Dirty Dancing

Matt

Had you of told me 6 months ago that I would have watched "Dirty Dancing" twice, I would've told you you were full of crap.

... I'm amazed at the things I'll do for you

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5/30/2008 09:33:00 PM
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You have no mail and no life

Matt

What's the use of having 5 e-mail accounts when none of them show me mail from you...

or

Checking 5 e-mail accounts just means it takes longer until I realize I have no life

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5/24/2008 11:57:00 AM
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Red Squigglies

Matt

I can't add your name to my spell check until you'll go out with me

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4/15/2008 08:08:00 PM
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Zing

Matt

I wrote 12,000 words to myself last month...
... but all of the important ones were about you.


I'm only good at one liners so far.

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2/27/2008 09:52:00 PM
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It Begins

Matt

To the girl who is making the biggest mistake of her life:


I'll play third trumpet, but I won't play second fiddle.


Okay, so my first poem is only one line, cut me some slack.

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2/25/2008 01:57:00 PM
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