I recently swapped a box of cigars for a gmail invite. Now it's my chance to be in the inviting seat. What I ask in return is quite simple. When I was in high school (a not-so-long time ago) I read a poem by E. E. Cummings. If I remember correctly, the poem was about some clothes in a machine washer. Of course, you could only tell that after studying the poem, because it was kind of misleading at first. The person who tells me the name of the poem and posts a copy of it here gets a gmail invite.
Tuesday, June 15, 2004
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