a poem for today, 8 February 2012
[a syllable sorted sonnet of six sentences and its image]
Every product is a point of inhibition, but in every such point there is again the infinite.
That argument might work a little better if Pluto had winked out of existence when it was retitled.
He had a Porsche party and invited two other Porsches over to play with his Porsche.
Please listen to the following announcement as our menu options have changed.
Your practiced indifference is impressive, but the decision isn't yours.
Cumulonimbus clouds are the ones that make your flight late.
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