a poem for today, 12 November 2012
[a syllable sorted sonnet of eight sentences and its image]
Theories are always wrong.
We wait with bated breath.
Do you like my bright ass light.
When you step out the door, you're playing a role.
This explains my usual lack of updates.
The rocket factory is calling your name.
If you managed to change some of your beliefs about breakups by knowing some solid facts then you will have no problems in breaking up with someone you love.
Many see these transformations as inevitable outcomes of accelerating technological development and global market conditions.
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