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Chris O. Cook of Free Radicals fame
and Illinois infamy delighted us in April,
and will now delight us all year 'round with this poem.

Driving Around on the Roof

When I was little I hit & claimed I was a girl.
I quoted lines from old cartoons I didn't understand
to little or no effect.  "Put out that light,"
"Don't you believe it," etc. I thought about driving,
but didn't know how when you're in a car
& "Bridge Over Troubled Water" comes on, no-one speaks--|
Then we act like it wasn't because of the song.

I bet there's lots of stuff like that I still don't know.
But don't laugh--I still know more than most people.
Ask me something.   Good question.   It all started,
like most bad ideas, with a train going by a playground.
Images of beaches & you don't remember where they are,
it'll make you stop walking from time to time,
& all those people you never saw again, they're

either doing okay, or got murdered, or something.
Other people with my name creep me out--But wouldn't it rule
if there was a hot chick named Chris Cook & I banged her?
People who have something you want just like being mean,
whereas people who are like you want to kill you.
My father's mother helped teach me to like knowing things--
She'd always say " You see?   I learned something new today ."


Jon Woodward's little poems, are here.
Heidi Peppermint (now Heidi Staples (congrats!))'s poem is here.


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