My lovely new friend Aaron posted a found poem on his blog the other day. It reminded me of the awesome apology letter I found in my classroom when I was teaching nights at the local business college. Fortuitously, it was the same night I had brought in Davy Rothbart's Found anthology and had a lesson prepared about context and supporting details. Sadly, the letter cuts out at the best part.
Dear Deonte,
Let me start by saying, "I love you too." I was completely surprised this afternoon when I came back home. It was a cold, rainy, dreary day today and yet you took the time out during your lunch break to put a smile on my face and let me know I am loved. I just wanted to say Thank you. It means a lot to me. It was very thoughtful of you.
I apologize if I sounded rude or disrespectful. I apologize for saying, "I hate your family." That statement really isn't true. I don't hate them, in fact I care a great deal about them. I just dislike the things they do, and the way
...The way what?
I hope these two crazy kids worked things out.
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Love it. Some of us are so much more interesting when we don't know who's watching. My friend Joni was a dancer/actress who was lively, charismatic and bewitching UNTIL she got on a stage, whereupon she became slightly less interesting than a dry old brownie.
And what was up with that Hayley Mills accent? Very pre-Madonna fake British.
Piddle, I say. Piddle-dee posh!
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