Kermit discovered a new use for the magnetic poetry on our fridge.
Imagine, for a moment, that you are the size of a Teddy Bear Hamster. You're looking up at the fridge door, which is littered with magnets*.
Does it look like a climbing wall to you?
*"secretly
relaxing
soft and heavy
dead
wasp
in
my
mouth
I ask why
they never stoned
my butt"
by Wes Whitson
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