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“Mon Dieu,
la vie
est par trop
moche.”
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― Aldous Huxley
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my friend, the life is so ugly
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Elfje: Cinquain
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unsightly
really grotesque
just physically repulsive
an appearance beyond horrendous
ugly
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Lune: 3,5,3 syllables (Reversed)
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windy day
tall trees bow their heads
birds fly low
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Poem:
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the imagination is stuck in the routine
the mind is fixated on the black jelly bean
it is and/or is it a bad habit to be lazy
especially for those who are certified crazy
from here the poem took over the writing
just another God incident sighting
the tenor enjoined happy, joyous and free
another beautiful day for everyone to see
gratitude for breathing some fresh air
finding it unnecessary to compare
simply happy to be me and alive
thank God He allowed me to survive
remembering that there is a message to carry
for the sick and suffering the purpose is primary
crazy and lazy can be replaced with good habits
easier than trying to learn the new mathematics
doing the will of a loving Higher Power
securing a room in His ivory tower
the poem said that it was time to finish
I knew when it started to talk in Yiddish
time for the imagination to go back to sleep
the left over words go back into the heap
if I take time to listen the writer will be back
no need to rely on the zodiac
time for the writer and I to rest
next time, as usual, we will try our best.
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ME and the Boss
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