a poem for today, 8 November 2012

a poem for today, 8 November 2012
[a syllable sorted sonnet of ten sentences and its image]

Great poets write poems that are full of vivid pictures; we love the pictures, because they are full of energy, vitality, and love of life.
It the sock fits.
Remove her top slowly.
I would repaint this room white.
There's a squirrel in the attic.
This hot cutie likes it hardcore.
Do not iron clothes on body.
You bumped into the ceiling which now has to be washed and sterilized.
I got up one morning, made breakfast, went to the bus stop, got on a bus.
In the absence of proof, no one can honestly say that isn't you.

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