Long ago in a poultry yard
One dull November morn,
Beneath a motherly soft wing
A little goose was born.

Who straightway peeped out of the shell
To view the world beyond,
Longing at once to sally forth
And paddle in the pond.

"Oh! be not rash," her father said,
A mild Socratic bird;
Her mother begged her not to stray
With many a warning word.

But little goosey was perverse,
And eagerly did cry,
"I've got a lovely pair of wings,
Of course I ought to fly."

In vain parental cacklings,
In vain the cold sky's frown,
Ambitious goosey tried to soar,
But always tumbled down.

The farmyard jeered at her attempts,
The peacocks screamed, "Oh fie!
You're only a domestic goose,
So don't pretend to fly."

Great ****-a-doodle from his perch
Crowed daily loud and clear,
"Stay in the puddle, foolish bird,
That is your proper sphere,"

The ducks and hens said, one and all,
In gossip by the pool,
"Our children never play such pranks;
My dear, that fowl's a fool."

The owls came out and flew about,
Hooting above the rest,
"No useful egg was ever hatched
From transcendental nest."

Good little goslings at their play
And well-conducted chicks
Were taught to think poor goosey's flights
Were naughty, ill-bred tricks.

They were content to swim and scratch,
And not at all inclined
For any wild goose chase in search
Of something undefined.

Hard times she had as one may guess,
That young aspiring bird,
Who still from every fall arose
Saddened but undeterred.

She knew she was no nightingale
Yet spite of much abuse,
She longed to help and cheer the world,
Although a plain gray goose

She could not sing, she could not fly,
Nor even walk, with grace,
And all the farmyard had declared
A puddle was her place.

But something stronger than herself
Would cry, "Go on, go on!
Remember, though an humble fowl,
You're cousin to a swan."

So up and down poor goosey went,
A busy, hopeful bird.
Searched many wide unfruitful fields,
And many waters stirred.

At length she came unto a stream
Most fertile of all Niles,
Where tuneful birds might soar and sing
Among the leafy isles.

Here did she build a little nest
Beside the waters still,
Where the parental goose could rest
Unvexed by any bill.

And here she paused to smooth her plumes,
Ruffled by many plagues;
When suddenly arose the cry,
"This goose lays golden eggs."

At once the farmyard was agog;
The ducks began to quack;
Prim Guinea fowls relenting called,
"Come back, come back, come back."

Great chanticleer was pleased to give
A patronizing crow,
And the contemptuous biddies clucked,
"I wish my chicks did so."

The peacocks spread their shining tails,
And cried in accents soft,
"We want to know you, gifted one,
Come up and sit aloft."

Wise owls awoke and gravely said,
With proudly swelling *******,
"Rare birds have always been evoked
From transcendental nests!"

News-hunting turkeys from afar
Now ran with all thin legs
To gobble facts and fictions of
The goose with golden eggs.

But best of all the little fowls
Still playing on the shore,
Soft downy chicks and goslings gay,
Chirped out, "Dear Goose, lay more."

But goosey all these weary years
Had toiled like any ant,
And wearied out she now replied
"My little dears, I can't.

"When I was starving, half this corn
Had been of vital use,
Now I am surfeited with food
Like any Strasbourg goose."

So to escape too many friends,
Without uncivil strife,
She ran to the Atlantic pond
And paddled for her life.

Soon up among the grand old Alps
She found two blessed things,
The health she had so nearly lost,
And rest for weary limbs.

But still across the briny deep
Couched in most friendly words,
Came prayers for letters, tales, or verse
From literary birds.

Whereat the renovated fowl
With grateful thanks profuse,
Took from her wing a quill and wrote
This lay of a Golden Goose.

J'ai vu l'autre jour
entre les rues de Strasbourg
un vélo courir dans la nuit

On lui avait dit d'attendre
la lumière du matin
pour ne pas s'écraser

Il n'a pas entendu raison
Il a eu confiance
La lune l'a baisé

L'amour est né

Anny Horowitz doesn’t run down
the shopping aisles
as your grandchildren do,
she holds the trolley,

steadying it with her hand,
your ghostly friend,
your little Jew.
None sees her form,

her bright blue eyes,
her blonde hair
tied with ribbon,
her rosy complexion.

She ghostly moves,
amazed by the Aladdin’s cave
of goods upon the shelves,
the packets and boxes,

the loud advertisements
hanging from the air
here and there,
everywhere you

and she stare.
Neither Strasbourg
nor Bordeaux
nor Tours

nor Auschwitz
was like this,
no overpowering display
of commodities on show

of this she tells you
and to a degree you know,
and what was on show
at Auschwitz is still there

in memories or records
or photographs
with staring faces
and deep set eyes.  

Anny waits and watches
as the conveyor belt
moves the goods
to the woman

at the till
who pushes buttons
or scans bar codes
and pushes by

to the paid for end
and your son
and grandchildren
pack all away.

Anny gazes on the process,
then at you, smiles,
your little friend,
your ghostly Jew.

Dear France,

I say goodbye today, after so many beautifully painful moments. I want to thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

I thank you for showing me what it meant to be myself, to fend off my fears and win over my confidence. To know my weaknesses and reassure me in my strengths. France, you're more than a country to me. I thank you for all the hard times, the endless nights and the painful, lonely sundays. For the fun times and the bad times. You made me grow in unthinkable ways. I learned to be comfortable in solitude and joyful in company; I learned the value of long relationships and the ephemeral amusement of short ones. I learned that life is not easy and yet you don't have to worry so much. But most importantly, I learned what it means to be a stranger, a foreigner, an outcast. I learned to love who I am, where I come from, and all that it means.

I thank you for the people I met. For the dully predictable clichés of your society, and the wonderfully astonishing beauty of what each French hides. Parisians so pretentious you'd think their stares are stabbing you, and women so flirtatious your heart stops and you find out with a bittersweet taste what a coup de foudre is, as she walks out of your life as fast as she walked into it. People so nice they'd go out of their ways to give a ride to a lost colombian kid who can't find home. People so nice they take the time to talk slowly so you understand that fascinatingly complex language of yours. People so nice they invite you with their friend even if you're a drag, not getting the jokes and trying to fit in. You have so many wonderful people France, you make other countries envious, don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

Your culture is unique, surprising and oh-so enjoyable. I learned so much that I think I owe you a lifetime of gratitude. I walked your museums, visited your endless castles and read your writers. I learned your architecture, memorized your history and recited your poems.

I thank you for being a meeting point of cultures, the heart of a continent and the boiling stew of a thousand spices. I had a taste of everything I could, I swear. I fought off my prejudices and made friends wherever I could, changing people's minds about my Homeland as I went. I fell in love with girls I met in your soil, and your language was the bridge to countless encounters.

I leave having seen your lands, smelled your flowers and soared your skies. I leave after climbing your mountains, swimming your seas and sailing your rivers. I leave with love for Bretagne, Provence, Alsace, and everything in between them. I tried all the cheeses I could, all the wines I found and all the foods you have to offer. I fell in love with the traboules in Lyon, the park in Strasbourg, the lights in Paris, the beautiful port that is Nantes. You took my breath away so many times in so many vast landscapes and little towns that I might never breath again if it's not your air.

Oh France, I tried so hard to find out all there is about you, and I thoroughly enjoyed the ride you offered me.

You are easy to love, France. Beautifully enticing and glamorously inviting. You make my Homeland jealous, and She's gorgeous as well. You make me wanna split in two and live two lives, so as not to miss anything you have to offer. It's so painful loving you, France. You're a demanding lover. Friends, family, costumes and comfort were prices I had to pay for your charm.

I leave having learnt your language. People even take me for a Frenchman sometimes now! I leave having studied, worked, loved, loss, cried and laughed here, and having done my best effort to breath you all in as best as I could. I promise you, I will never speak ill of you.

I leave with pain in my heart and tears in my eyes, a knot in my throat so big I had to write down my feelings as to not let them go unnoticed. You were such a wonderful friend, France.

I leave with Marianne in my heart, knowing one day I'll call you home.

With all my love,

Deep in
the walls
of a
church in
Strasbourg
hides the
stones who
saw me fall

if I could be
a queen
a saint
I'd choose
the fly
on the wall

to see you with
a glass in
hand
swirling
crimson
wine

and watch you
walk the snow-
capped
streets
&
imagine you
were mine.

Once, Ossan Calypso and Jan Bragel
Presbyter 1568-1625; Hungary Photo
of Ocultius / Extract from the Cave /?
Ancient Greek: ogere [o] ogaaga [-] -
This island is known as Atlantis, Odyssey
and California. Calypso Zeus
will resist running on Callipose
after trying to merge his home
in his visit to Italy for the pre-mercury
angel for seven years, unlike Oreo tools.
The Odyssey will be explained
to Kallipo, but when he sings
in a sweet voice before moving
around the gold coat before passing
in front of the cloth. Meanwhile,
fire, poplars, cypress trees, owls,
owls, circular clouds are a smell
of paper that enters the sea and enters
the ocean and the dogs face purple
streams. In the second half of the 4th
c. AD Halifis, who started a pearl
mud around Eurom, Gozo, in the cave
of long tradition. With the support
of the traditions of California, California
and the Odyssey, there is a cave
supported by Kelimas, I, Ozigya
or Fascia, possibly connected to Atlantis.
Malta and Ugia is the largest island
in Malta, the Gozo Islands. Aslus
was named Alvinin Neil, Grasmatis
Ezez, Ozia Polyvius and for seven
centuries accused Homer of Benetton's
estate, where Georgian EStrogen Strasbourg
of Hyeoni and other parts of Ogia Strabo
meant "when the ocean was too far away",
the island of Ozia. "shows that Shariah
and Oziga are in the Atlantic Ocean."
which has clearly demonstrated that
what is happening in the Atlantic Ocean
has been created. "The description
of Plutarch's Plutarch's geography,
also known as Ojia, without any objections,
the writer, regardless of the image of Homer,
begins to go to the ocean, five days
in the coastal areas of Ogian Island,
the island and the ocean. The Zeus,
but the next child should be an excuse
for so many seafood and shaman,
the other part of the sea today,
the Oggaya of the sea everywhere
not far from his orbit 50 00 W. Hamilton,
Orita The Kepler Opera, the continental
"Astronomical Flop" equivalent of Atlanta,
Ratan, United States was used for: CU
Reem hybrid Unik Kalyanji "Oji"
in Hungary SER Cave and Calypso
Ene tugs of Bruggel Elder 1568-1625
Ogeia / Oggear [o] Oggea [-] - This island
is known as Atlantis, Odyssey and Calypso,
returning to Merceon's intrigues trying
to marry the seven-year-old Oudea house,
Atilla Calypso, MAC Angel Tools OH Joe
Iausa complains that the Ulysses'
demonstration must be released sitting
in Calypso. He attacks the Odyssey,
but stands, walking to the golden coach
before singing. With a sweet voice.
The surroundings around the cave, FIRE,
Aspen, here is the smell of Saru, Owl,
Owl, Cross, Coral, which succumbs
to the waves running in the sea and the dark
purple dark stone; and Pearl is a stream A,
has been suspended around the gentle
meadow of Gozo, the cave of the long
tradition of Calypso, IV century BC.
The California tradition, supported
by Kelimas, inaugurated by Euromer
in the second half of this year, is a cave
of Kellipos and Odyssey, which I did.
The oases or phagas were probably
related to the drowning of Atlantis.
The modern Maltese tradition and Ogaya
are the largest island of Malta, the island
of Gozo. Eskilos Olgianos Nilos
was appointed Secretary of the Byzantine
Assessment of Eustate, who held the other
part of Chios Stadiou and Ogi of the bad
geographic heritage, Ogia Polyviou
responsible for seven centuries after Homer.
The sanctuaries and herbs located
in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean
suggest that when the ship "Strabo"
leaves the ocean, the island of Oia
is "Ogia". This is the case in the Atlantic
Ocean. "Plutarch's Plutarch's description
of Plutarch is not an objection, as Ogia says,
even if the writer does not start looking,
he will go to Oggi Island on the lake
starting with a photo of the ocean hostages
that will be added.

Chanson.

Pour les bannis opiniâtres,
La France est ****, la tombe est près.
Prince, préside aux jeux folâtres,
Chasse aux femmes dans les théâtres,
Chasse aux chevreuils dans les forêts
Rome te brûle le cinname,
Les rois te disent : mon cousin. -
Sonne aujourd'hui le glas, bourdon de Notre-Dame,
Et demain le tocsin !

Les us frappés sont les plus dignes.
Ou l'exil ! ou l'Afrique en feu !
Prince, Compiègne est plein de cygnes,
Cours dans les bois, cours dans les vignes,
Vénus rayonne au plafond bleu ;
La bacchante aux bras nus se pâme
Sous sa couronne de raisin. -
Sonne aujourd'hui le glas, bourdon de Notre-Dame,
Et demain le tocsin !

Les forçats bâtissent le phare,
Traînant leurs fers au bord des flots !
Hallali ! hallali ! fanfare !
Le cor sonne, le bois s'effare,
La lune argente les bouleaux ;
À l'eau les chiens ! le cerf qui branle
Se perd dans l'ombre du bassin. -
Sonne aujourd'hui le glas, bourdon de Notre-Dame,
Et demain le tocsin !

Le père est au bagne à Cayenne
Et les enfants meurent de faim.
Le loup verse à boire à l'hyène ;
L'homme à la mitre citoyenne
Trinque en son ciboire d'or fin ;
On voit luire les yeux de flamme
Des faunes dans l'antre voisin. -
Sonne aujourd'hui le glas, bourdon de Notre-Dame,
Et demain le tocsin !

Les morts, au boulevard Montmartre,
Rôdent, montrant leur plaie au cœur.
Pâtés de Strasbourg et de Chartre,
Sous la table, un tapis de martre
Les belles boivent au vainqueur,
Et leur sourire offre leur âme,
Et leur corset offre leur sein. -
Sonne aujourd'hui le glas, bourdon de Notre-Dame,
Et demain le tocsin !

Captifs, expirez dans les fièvres.
Vous allez donc vous reposer !
Dans le vieux saxe et le vieux sèvres
On soupe, on mange, et sur les lèvres
Éclôt le doux oiseau baiser ;
Et, tout en riant, chaque femme
En laisse fuir un fol essaim. -
Sonne aujourd'hui le glas, bourdon de Notre-Dame,
Et demain le tocsin !

La Guyane, cachot fournaise,
Tue aujourd'hui comme jadis.
Couche-toi, joyeux et plein d'aise,
Au lit où coucha Louis seize,
Puis l'empereur, puis Charles dix ;
Endors-toi, pendant qu'on t'acclame,
La tête sur leur traversin. -
Sonne aujourd'hui le glas, bourdon de Notre-Dame,
Et demain le tocsin !

Ô deuil ! par un bandit féroce
L'avenir est mort poignardé !
C'est aujourd'hui la grande noce,
Le fiancé monte en carrosse ;
C'est lui ! César le bien gardé !
Peuples, chantez l'épithalame !
La France épouse l'assassin. -
Sonne aujourd'hui le glas, bourdon de Notre-Dame,
Et demain le tocsin !

Le 25 janvier 1853.

Sevak's white, white,                                                           ­           white waves
that are used by the little ones.
100: 100: Italian, Italian,                                                         ­              French,
Italian, Italian, French,                                                          ­              German,
Greek, Italian, Greek,                                                           ­             Italian car
companies. German, French,                                                          ­           Fifth
and Licorology Patrick Taylor,
100, and 100 famous French,
Greek, Norman pork,                                         more than one meter in India.
Argentina, Uruguay, Great Britain,
France, Argentina, Spain
and Greece, as well as the queen,
as well as the poet and his wife
Nelson Mandela and the bands
from the east and west to the western
and the same groups,
golden associations and jewelry
But much, 1:1 Aristotle,                                                 a man as I understand
Wade and Damage.                                                          ­                       In fact,
from 100 to 100 years of the year,
the "Lamb" is the first Greek Sasariaris F,
the press, fruits, wrapping, warm,
soft rubber plants and presented
at the festival. Nelson Mandela's
global church news "... it's so."
Lena, since December,
is in the cell but soon people's
groups; Dashdda Boschak Sharad
Sunday Yi Wande.
Other celebrities officially
named Lan Fou Panda and Greenpeace.
Kallisilf's 100-year-old woman
in Pallas hits Greece,     Patrick
Sriuria in Rome, Norman India
abandon India,   Christopher Charlie,
Kettsia and Nelson Greece, Aristotle
100% 100% 100% Ethyl and Etiquid
year, Poland, Greedy Cannes, Canton
James Jim, "Big Gray; Martin
Essa Crêzin's Days, Génénias
Knowing Philipp Romain,                                                    German­ Cornelius
Said To Perform Brazilian
Warfare Story Erasmus Street Fourth
Virgins Elizabeth M. Mark Yohman
Mahein, Bhuu Vo French,               French, French, German, French, French, German, Nico Phphetus Levels,
Parisiir's Grandfather with Five Power Lessons,     100 Gold, More Than 100 Gold, 100 Lokapri Phrench
Greeks noramaindee
the magistrates and Strasbourg,
Nicaragua, Stolte, Armandinus,
Yellow green Nasalan Mandela
Kee bundled Keepearpan Kavi;
gel gonna likes pa kee Jaien
for two months, the main power
of VP John John keeping-****
network good Panionium fényes
Chonging Kee, medium- Karagay
Hildebrandt Cursing, blasphemy,
and our curse a little enjoys
about 100 sleeping. Scientists sleepy
                                Nakama's scientists, G
                                rayear, but the funeral
                                is over 10 years old.
                                Latina, Javanese, Mark
                                Dulle, Becca, Boli,
                                Lenin are Healthy US
                                Achakachama Auan:
                                Javan Patz Katt, Nelson
                                Mandela Curie "2,000 ..."
May Satan tempt
you not to keep it,
but not to. Age Kiya
Kaida Piano Product
Dancing Two Kidd
Kiya jaat two Ashkanazi
Goran's 100 Sqqqqts
Walker secretly watch
your dog dark gray dark black,
margarine dark gray gray;
gray, and grain gray gray;
and gray,                                                            ­                    this dish of Dabab "Kurfur",                                                        ­                                the so-called
KLM, Aya Tiya,                                                            ­                             wash
the KLP, yes, yes.

United States, on the other hand,
And his colleagues fought
For their sovereignty.
In the United States and America
On the other hand, ABC
As a default, Greece, Switzerland,
Detroit, Owl Foreign sources
provide security New York
Times prints ****** abuse,
Go and go for world trade,
Nicole, the defeat of alarm
Blackvivel Wilhelm Alarm
World Bank members
In the United States
You can decide that this
is the best eye burning.
Yuba! Yuba! In this process,
Teasing a social worker,
the Navy personnel,
New Star Leeds, Lee Strasberg
And Britain, like the powerful
Mountain, war and internet etc.
Take Mumbai with your Platinum Stance
In addition, in this case, varieties, grades,
Nasties, etc. Yale Glen
Young in Iraq about death
BBC's death and what's the best
Recognized heart
Black died; Drag the atmosphere
of oxygen; Too many results
ABC: BJ Horizontal island;
This cloth Is an invisible verse;
Brush brush, cut 6 old grapefruit
BBC woman; Small nails
More trunks in Kenya
Between tail, Your hand
is possible; My son
and my daughter's
Winky pac; In the soup,
Beautiful sensation
Beautiful sensation
Beautiful sensation
Breath, inside the disc
Great game stt game
Derry Hart International Latina
Duke Duke was born
Eat out of school
Apart from the BBV side,
Lomal fire; This is
The New York Times Expands -
His mouth is back. The code
UBA is a better light
/ /
Happy christian,
I knew that the BBC
was fighting it.
Arctic in Argentina
and Geneva
Like war; Types
of Vatican; A young man
gets sleepy. Multiani
cotton away, animal,
*******, Jewelry,
Mothers, sisters, explosion,
Neighborhood and Futura,
Scanned cellulite, fatty acids,
corn, The rest of the ice,
mature chicken?
United States, on the other hand,
And his colleagues fought
for their sovereignty.
In the United States and America
On the other hand,
ABC Eudever default,
Greece, Switzerland, Detroit, Owl
External conversation prevents
****** assault; The New York Times
offer, Go and go for world trade,
Nicoque, Almatarkov
Hurricane Biwi Dobeleni
was born in black
He is a member of American
Bank of America.
You can make a decision
It is a good burning
sensation of the eyes
Yuba Yuba In this process,
the Soviet army,
Socialism of the circle
is controversial.
Leeds, Strasbourg
and the United Kingdom,
Mighty mountain
ranges like war
And the internet
and you will find Mumbai
Help increase exposure
Something different than this,
If yes, then write, ****, etc.
Yale's Yale Gallon in Iraq
ABC News Death and death
will end. First thing about heart
Black died; Coating around
the effect. Makes the skin,
Then they will not fall
Chinese BBC is hot
This is an invisible verse
Brush brush
Six different segments
Daughter of the university
Deep nails in Kenya, Kenya
And black hair
Your hand etc. is possible
Stomach belly
Landed on half soup
Beautiful sensation
Beautiful sensation
Beautiful sensation
Hydraulic Equipment:
Inside the disk
Full game with enough money
Derry Hart International Latina
Duke Duke was born
They burnt the layers
of precious stones.
Apart from the BBV side,
Lomal fire; This is
The New York Times Expands -
His mouth is back. The code
UBA is a better light
/ /
Happy christian
He can play Dublin
for embezzlement
Arctic in Argentina
and Geneva
Like a war, the type
of Vatican; A young man
gets sleepy. Multiani
cotton removes animals,
*******, Jewelry,
Mother, sister, explosion
Neighborhood and Futura
Scanned cellulite, fatty
acids, corn, The rest of the ice,
mature chicken?
On the other hand, United States
And his colleagues
are fighting for freedom
In the United States
and the United States.
On the other hand,
ABC UD is the default,
Greece, Switzerland,
Detroit, FA Owl
Enter foreign roots
To resist ****** aggression.
new York Times
PN changed the door,
Go out and change it.
International trade,
International trade NikoCo Albany,
Almachova Blog Candolac Fayadni
Hurricane Babu's Bevvi Black Dobellaini
Member DP World Bank United States
Besides, you can limit them to the end
Of this problem. Infrared light is the best
UBA UBA In this process, Hagah, Nuppiya soldiers,
Annapurna declares socialism, which is the quality.
Hladz Strasbourg, Great Britain and others,
Like the Great War of the Mountains
And the web And even in Mumbai too
Through the Povevari Doe Pussa. Further,
In this case, write, move, etc.
Nazia Galen and Christian in Iraq,
BBC young men die while out on death
Friendly and Qualified Young First Interracial Group
asst o black heart black death
Round ***** ******* skin ****
And Rubio does not fall for the latest wounded
Latina Interracial BBC; shocking
B.J. Interracial cutting
There was an indefinite invisible rectangle
Swan Cranberry *** missing dog
Six old BBC divides udovit kell
Leaf Day Boy Kenya Kenyatrio
Deep nails and raw signals of father
Interracial ******* Six Thick
Donkey Mouth Won For Sale
**** Bust Pink Roster
Ascension **** Hong Horn
***** ******* ****
******* *****

when one can simply peel off poetic-prose like...
so... like... scratching one's head...
or clipping toenails...

    now that washing your hands: perdiodically
and with: fingerprinting technology details...
well: i suggest all that soap bottled and
riddled by a diluted composite of:
mainly water and sodium chloride with
some perfumes...

              when one can simply peel off poetic-prose
like... that sort of a ripe banana...
not much good for raw eating with the chimps
making congregation over
arthur's later edward the confessors
round-table... no... no ape-politico!
not with darwin ideologues and those
neurosurgeons who would never meet up
with the horror-flick: almost a B-movie...
crank-me-up... doctor channard...

     but there's this... waking up to...
no... it's not the radio...
and not... a violent reaction...
      or panic in babylon...
   the brian jonestown massacre...
            #... #iwasnevercrazyaboutvivaldi-
                                    -violinsimitatingsparrows-
   -oranyotherbirdofspring...

well... checking the temp. my prayers have
been met... the pepsi... or cola...
whichever... i expect there came some
coca-cola contraband when gaining
the ingredients for the pepsi max...
i can't tell the difference these days...
between a coke zero or a pepsi max...
but sure as **** pepsi max came first...
so... contraband between corporations...

some mishter jamesh bon'        double-oh:
yep 00 does look like...
what isn't a double-U of a... W...

i mean... where could i get such words...
if not in a victorian work of chicken-scratches
and archeological scribbles...

they should defame Shakespeare... but not quiet...
only because... of that:
thane of Glamis! thane of Caledonia...
         but i should have met Dickens...
before having met... Charlotte Brontë...
hell: thank god i didn't meet Jane Austen...
and i can thank a monster for hooking me up
with Mary Shelley...

                but what's a Dickens with a fishing
rod... with no desire to entertain
a panorama of... 5am... river... pitch-black...
or thereby... and fingers counting fingers when
pinching a sound-bite of a wriggling rot-tooth
of a maggot...

       misnomer: or just the appropriate sounds?
mind you... what's that i heared about rhyme?
it looks well caged... zoological even...
given that i have been given assurances...
they would rhyme... those poems...
well... apart from the greek narrative epics...
or the latin... narrative mundane bouquets...
teasing at maxims and: fare-ye-well...
me... tarzan... jane... dr falstaff:    yummy garden
greens!
rhyme... well if rhyme it is...
you won't be needing a piece of paper on stage...
rhyming as a way to remember lines...
imagine being an actor...
for that "concern" a poet too...
and... no rhyme was involved...
i guess by rhyme you hear the bouncing ball...
and the suffixes are tabulated...
  when and thus: all this forgotten...
better in song when there are couplets
of sentences and they... end with -ed:

   i head!
to which... wink wink...
  my head of... a sunken ship's worth...
an anchor! sleeping cerberus ahoy!
we will surely pass!
into this belly of the most fantastic beast
that's Hades himself...
digesting shadow creamed with ash...
topped with a dash of hope: that's soul...
and hey presto! we'll have ourselves...
a feast: al fresco... although...
6-feet beneath the ground...
which is... aeons from sunlight...
     and... 6ft short of a flower's tip...
hardly gagging for the heights of an oak...
am i?

but that's quiet an affair...
everything, is, in, its, right... place...
i was thinking: amnesia and vanilla sky...
but then there's the curse of tom cruise
not winning best actor for:
born on the 4th of july...

it's a make-over...
the original movie is also an opening
quote from vanilla sky:
amphetamines on dylan
and cognac's worth of monet...
                
   open your eyes...
      again... in spanish...
abre los ojos
     abre: open...   los ojos (hush hush)...
   los: i knew it...
even the spaniards have it...
los = the...
      if the spanish have a definite article
before the eyes...
while the english have a determiner: your...
which is... by extension of the pronoun: you...
which i will use...
you(я) - chewbacca-otter round of applause!
you-i... or you-you... yoyo... W!

eh... some languages don't even
bother with a definite article or a determiner:

they just cut it down to... bypassing
grammatical shrapnel... and how can you have
gender neutral pronouns...
when the nouns themselves: are gendered?
i just heard the hyper-woke crowd
of grammatical geniuses are lying low...
worrying about spaghetti and toilet paper...
i figured: leech on!

              otwórz oczy
well... i guess the point of )open(
   is implied... that word just gobbles down
any determiner...
a verb within a verb...
to be open: ****... pronouns!
otwarty: to be open (masculine)
otwarta: to be open (feminine)...
otwartość... to be open (as a quality)...

    but i thought that we could bypass the natives
and treat english like the medieval world
treated french: lingua franca style...
i.e. the language of tourists and clown-world
intellectuals: ahem... "intellectuals"...
the lingua inglese (l'inglese)...

    open your eyes...
    could make sense if it was only an english
****** translation:
   otwórz (twoje) oczy....
but it's already an intimate statement of wants...
who's who is beside the point
when someone says: open... and eyes...
so who needs: your's to be included as my
demand for your shut eyes?

and then... the spanish definite article...
open the eyez...
abre los ojos... it might as well be german...
rhien german: not vienna prone german...
öffnen ihre! das augen!

     a translation of german, as a joke...
never tires... from spanish to english or...
the saxons on these isles really softened and turned
themselves into oysters...
mingling with the welsh the picts and the irish...
but... that's "life"...

   it's all in a pud... or a pug...
or an 'pple pi'...           or a spud...
                  or the red herring...
                        attempting to tell a joke in german...
i guess the only jokes they do tell...
are when drinking and as SS-*****-heichschtig-herr-meisters
in some concen-trato-kampisch...
  uber... uber... cosmo-ZEX... trans-...
                                               6s & 7s... of a 69'ers roulette...
the pink-bollocking ladies of the agony aunts
of the tabloid press... what's that?
oh... right! METRO-ZEXXIES! or the usuals...

joint-stock company of fish & flattery...
**** me... that's a scalping...
i wasn't expecting that to hit me...
i the bird that passes a stone to another bird...
not in a rubric of shakespeare of a cascade...
you're sort of expecting it to latch-on to you...
but not... when it's wwwwwwwwwwwinding
                                                                          o
                                                                          w              l
                                                                          n    and then
                                                                                            f
                                "ƨbɿɒwʞɔɒd" bnoγɘd bnɒ Ɉʇɘl ɘʜɈ oɈ

and then back into a paragraph of cuddling
to a pillow... unexpecting... a near-miss of genius...
****-*******? Dickens' a worth a lot
more than ****-*******...
more like catching a ****... beheading it...
plucking it... gutting it...
poaching it a while...
before even feigning to attempt to roast it!

as is waking up to: everything is in (its / the) right place...
its by definition is not: it's...
and the... well... its can be a determine of yours...
but now we have at least three languages
to juggle...
and you're still the one sending me postcard
from Dover...
when i should hear the sound of:
piedlibre / piedsrelâché dans Calais...
so no... no postcard from kevin bacon
made homeless by Bruges or Strasbourg...
because... because of the ******* architecture!

i'll watch one commentary video...
after i have sampled some Dickens...
           and that's with an intro of some sip sip...
and afterwards... it's onto the maincourse
of music... and... counting the number
of bones in my hands... the ones that wouldn't
make me a professional snooker player...

would i even care to call radiohead a group...
passe? sooner or later pink void and floyd
the barber will be... dinosaur music...
                    and at least... this electric sunrise...
of... a movie i never starred in...
but somehow borrowed... because i didn't
want to be rudely awakened by the bbc radio 1
breakfast show... but wake up to a movie-cliche...
does it matter?
      
something subtle... perhaps it should have been
the....
                         DAS BOOOOOT theme...
or         teenzeitalterRANDALIEREN of sonic youth...
diese ist nicht vesternberlinerbranddeburaegean...
schimmenschimmen... izm:siemensiemen...

i swear... either me... or the "boomer"
monty python quack and prance choke.... joke.

OBDURATE...
it's either shooting up junk or drinking and acquiring
a purse of victorian vocab wealth...
never heard of it...
              as any word... with the onslaught of slang...
"out of fashion"...
hardened...                      he had an obdurate resolve...
er war verstockt! he was stubborn...

at a time when english still clinched to:
veriloquium ex latine -
origins of truth from latin...
or at least... the meaning of words...
apart... of course... from the odd greek -suffix
or prefix- "loan" worth of scalpel...
for technicality's sake ol' chap!

                         oh things could have been...
much much worse...
i could have been the drunk and the dunce!
         lucky for me... i found... conversations...
outside of writing... a... theatre with too many...
uncertain... chess-games of...
                        origins of poker... via... physiognomy...
and... at that point...
anything by the gnostics... would suffice...
sprinkle in a little bit of kabbalah...
  hell...                        those wise wise people:
who started to know all about the misgivings
of life... the same ones...
who never held a book at a leisure...
   nor later: as a variation of their work...
that work... which offered them but one relief...
to escape boredom...
and to later find further escape...
   in being... entertained...
                             my shadow already does that
for me.

Finally, strawberries,
Stolivinski-Maria Otonica
and Richard Bilwakki have
released their school. 3D Strawberry
of American Theater Training
Center In 1925, the first industry
is held in the theater company,
Swatburg. According to logic,
Strasbourg ... is a solution, because
of art, dance, movement
and adventure, the brain is ready.
This happened. They work
without the same way. In Warsaw,
he learned that the problem
of patterns of models is described
as self-reflecting their feelings
in their lives. Strasbourg can
interpret this pattern, and he believes
that this is his basic principle ...
He wants his "military" practice.
He came to the high school,
went to the place again, went
home and went to the show. ...
In 1923, Stanislavsky performed
the theater in Moscow
in the United States.
At first he had seen a great game,
but he did not work, and the
clothes did not restrict the fascination
of his actions ... Before all,
go all teenagers are hit or tiny.
Coalition and Power Everyone
has a living, but no movie,
goodwill or ideas for innocent
people. Americans do not need
information on their activities
or discussions. Swarovski, old
The future is just a professional,
small and modern artist. Shortly
afterwards, the United States of
America learned about
the power of new work
in its classroom.

Sherif She Cat is an Arab
transgender terrorist who
was invented by Macron.

He/She apparently had 27
offences, plus having made
ambidextrous hand grenades.

She Cat was born in Strasbourg
into a litter of Moroccan alley
felines that all went feral.

At the moment, Sherif She Cat
can't be found, no doubt rooting
behind a Poubelle avec ses amies.

Meanwhile, the vestiges of yellow
are being erased from the minds
of the moulded masses.

So the Do Ron Ron, can get on,
with being the Don, while the
peasants once more, buy the Con!