I hear Garrison Keillor in the morning and I'm a poet
Weaving through traffic I'm a race car driver
Walking in the snowdrifts I'm an arctic explorer
Stepping back to pass I'm a star quarterback
Strolling through the museum, an artist
Breathing underwater, a scuba diver
Talking to a vendor, a crack negotiator
Making home movies, a noted director
Look out, Walter Mitty.
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
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