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Listen

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“The poet

doesn’t invent.

He listens. ”

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~ Jean Cocteau

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Elfje:

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words

written, spoken

reflections of life

painting an imperfect picture

listening

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Haiku:

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lightening and thunder

accompanying springs rain

dramatic nature

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Poem:

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they listened to the old man’s tale

knowing that there were embellishments

the pause, the  dramatic inhale

entertainment for the residents

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they used to get up and go to work for a living

careers they called them, it paid the bills

one day a year they would celebrate thanksgiving

now it’s talk regarding the changing of the wills

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most are enjoying their life’s longevity

the happiest enjoy doting on the next generation

few ponder the length of eternity

fewer yet the theory of creation

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day to day they enjoy this existence

following the path of least resistance.

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ME and the Boss

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My Pleasure

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“If it ain’t

a pleasure,

it ain’t

a poem.

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― William Carlos Williams

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Elfje:

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read

and write

compose the idea

make the words sing

poetry

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Haiku:

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spring blooms prolific

nature provides the pleasure

melted snow feeds brook

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Poem:

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twinkle, twinkle little star

nursery rhymes written from afar

how I wonder what you are

whose hand was caught in the cookie jar

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star light star bright

does heaven only come out at night

can all of my wishes come true tonight

simple pleasures our souls delight

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hickory dickory dock

everyone ran from the mouse in the clock

so glad the rodents don’t come in a flock

we’d cut off their tails with a tomahawk

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Old King Cole was a merry old soul

got lost while out taking an evening stroll

wonder if he knew about the black hole

time out, snack time, chinese spring roll

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And now poor Simple Simon bids you all “Adieu”

he’d come to get you but there is a hole in his canoe

we’ll end this little ditty with a happy thank you

and looking forward to seeing you’ll at (in) the zoo

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my pleasure

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ME and the Boss

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