a poem for today, 15 March 2012
[a word-sorted sonnet of 15 sentences and its image]
The big black box often frightens people.
We just had another slight server hiccup.
Everyone is so busy believing in things.
Wild flowers don't care where they grow.
There are mounds of science behind this.
Everything is personal if you're a person.
Peanut butter made with real peanut butter.
It isn't the whole story, of course.
Do the meat curtains match the carpet.
That will be my third Disney puzzle.
We've managed to agree on your problem.
We're born naked, the rest is drag.
Yes it hurts, let's make a joke.
I surpass everything.
This pleasure-seeking individual always looks his best.
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