a poem for today

a poem for today, 10 January 2012
[a syllable-sorted sonnet of twelve sentences and its image]
Let's buy some food home.
I can't believe she told you about that, like I'm holding your cards that way.
It means nothing else.
For if, as they say, man is a bubble, all the more so is an old man.
Deserve what you reap.
He hears all ambient as new age and there is no arguing with him.
The mouse pupils shrank.
Or you can see what your life can be if you really let your light shine.
You know what I mean.
The rumors are true.
Sometimes during my ride on the bike, my mind will automatically think about things.
Then the trouble starts.

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