Sprung up, today, suddenly, with astonishing fragile beauty.
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There's a point to existence
Little flowers saying
Happy Spring.
Yet another book in the long series about the Titanic. I experienced a sinking feeling.
My latest app lets you book someone to clean your house. It's called "Oover".
I read this tweet about a herd of wildebeest rampaging in Hyde Park. Turned out it was fake gnus.
She snuggled up to her Viking lover.
"Gosh", she whispered softly, "Jor so Vik!".
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A stamp collector told me he doesn't bother with Penny Reds. Apparently they're two a penny.
Although I find prose grows on one,
I'm not averse to verse when all is done.
If you don't trust your English teacher further than you can throw em
I guess you will be discouraged from writing a poem.
Friedrich Nietzsche
Had a crush on his teacher.
He made a "Woo her" plan
That consisted of writing "Man and Superman".
Eye wash, I am no more.
There was a young man of the West
Who kept a racoon in his vest.
He said to his Dad
"It may seem a bit mad,
But it keeps the cold off of my chest."
Many readers have offered suggestions, including
It knew the turkey was feeling lurkey
It had a grudge against acorns
It wanted to make its mark
It was a mistick
it just clucked.

Why do we always say: "Yes,.. yes,... yes!"
It is because nobody knows.

Once a summer's rain gently
Formed a puddle, and autumn sent
A leaf to rest there. In winter then
A snowflake was added. It lent
A symmetry more daring and more different.
Such was the three-fold arrangement
They followed until winter went
And with spring's advent
All the symmetry was broken
And spiralled back up to heaven again.
Dissolved, shrivelled, withered, dried
Thus to heaven praise they cried
For they knew that the sun was their parent
Calling them. So willingly they went.
And so we are gone both
Gone gone gone
If only we had met on a beach
So your hair had been blown this way and that
And you had thrown the hair defiantly aside
To better see if I loved loved you in any way.
Now where have we been blown away to?
Dirty nails and flirty eyes
Surprise me.
def recursiveGroundHogDay(day):
if state == 'LovedUpAtLast':
return "Be happy'
else:
recursiveGroundHogDay(day)
assert this.tale.content.status == 'full of sound and fury' && this.tale.significance == null
Today I remembered
You kissed me in the back of that taxi.
So long ago. Your lips were so soft.
Bloody ink. It made me think.
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