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A sijo Whenever I compose verses \ based on my perception of the truth, I'm always wondering \ whether they themselves are the ones creating \ the reality they're describing It's no wonder that truth is stranger than fiction. Fiction has to make sense.-Mark Twain (1835-1910)
A sijo Clearly, a divide exists between \ news and reality News reporting is sensational \ due to commercialism I am no postmodernist \ but reality confounds me too
Everyone dies. Everyone leaves. What matters is the things you build together before they go. What matters is the part of them that continues in you when they're gone.-Orson Scott Card (b. 1951)
A limerick Rated PG-13 for strong language and themes It'll remain when I am laid flat; I'll be buried with what I last begat. No matter how hard I push while seated on my tush, my last shit shall never get shat.
A [serious] limerick Just like you, I was born this way. In facts of birth, no one gets a say. I should only judge you for that which you do; I'd much rather be we than be they.
A [serious] limerick A Muslim goes to Christian hell; and a Christian to Muslim as well. Is it simply understood that we *all* are screwed? Is that why most men stay in their shells?
A [serious] limerick There was once a time when I thought... ... but... well... now, I would never be caught suggesting I own the truth like some presumptuous youth, for my theories have all come to naught.
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