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“I am solitary
as grass.
What is it I miss?
Shall I ever find it,
whatever it is?”
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~ Sylvia Plath
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Elfje: (Cinquain)
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stupid
can’t learn
memorized by rote
having not yet learned
ignorant
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Haiku:
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bright lightning flashes
loud thunder claps following
furious wind gust
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Poem:
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It goes, whatever It is.
It will go on without me.
It is life, the quiz.
It is never free.
It is the good question.
It is the dubious answer.
It is the impression.
It is the brain power.
if I caught It
what would I do with It
life is such a nebulous It
living is to enjoy It
It comes.
It goes.
is It a plan from a Higher Source
It is whatever you want It to be
tag – – – your It
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ME and the Boss
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