a poem for today, 8 August 2012
[a syllable sorted sonnet of fifteen sentences and its image]
The mist parted.
You are clueless.
That's my two cents.
We shall be waiting for your answer.
You can't sing a song about nothing.
This took me completely by surprise.
Oh the mixed blessing of a high-speed internet connection.
My enjoyment of it is the enjoyment of a silence.
If you want to fight loneliness, then laugh at every joke.
I hope you will be wrestle with pirates.
I suspect you may be a masochist.
When in doubt, put underwear on your head.
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