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[nny]

Clearly I aim to be a hedgehog, since the habit of placing pens behind my ear has got to the point where I will shove pens automatically behind my ear whether or not there is one there already. Generally I stop at two, but then I used to stop at only one. Where will the madness end? When you add in the pen or two I generally have shoved through my pony tail, and the pens that will no doubt hold up my hair just as soon as I manage to grow it long enough, my spiritual destiny becomes clear.

It's not a terribly noble animal, though, is it? So rarely are poems written; ode to a hedgehog. Shields and standards seem more inclined towards the eagles, lions... a hedgehog would only serve, I suspect, for Sir Tumbleweed.

I think I'd rather be a T-Rex.