a poem for today, 4 October 2012

a poem for today, 4 October 2012
[a letter sorted sonnet of eleven sentences and its image]

I'm so over school.
I got my own ideas.
I like to sleep a lot.
The ethic that is never relinquished is that which embraces exploration, experiment and play.
This sentence no verb.
Clean and set this wig.
You change life for me.
If the egg sinks to the bottom, but stands on its point, it's still good but needs to be used soon.
Nothing is possible.
You left this at mine.
Theoretically, yes.

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