a poem for today, 11 December 2012

a poem for today, 11 December 2012
[a syllable sorted sonnet of ten sentences and its image]

Hurry up and wait.
Humor is and always will be a bloody battle field.
Here is a list of suggested articles that have not yet been written.
Honestly, it was like every single sentence expressed or observed ennui from one angle or another.
Here are some things to look out for that are dead giveaways that he's really into you.
Hot beverages are hot.
Hurry up father or we'll miss the hanging.
How can I check if a string contains a white space or empty space.
Hopefully it will be icing.

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