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Sunday Squibs

 



A poem is the beauty shop where banal thoughts go for their makeover. 


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Chinese being a tonal language, it’s much easier to distinguish a yes “ummm” from a no “ummm”. 


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The moonish light outshines the stars 

I only see a dozen

But hide the moon behind the earth

Then see ten thousand cousins


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As I grow old

I must deal with loss

On the bright side

Less teeth to floss


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Blotto, stinko, having a snootful… Why does the internet have 134 synonyms for drunk and only 23 for sober? 


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We talk of evening’s falling shadows but not of morning’s rising shadows. We’re too busy getting to work to sit back and watch the world grow bright. 


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If Jung had been God, he would have made the Jews the goyim’s shadow self. 


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I give Me five stars

I’m on the top shelf

The fault’s not in my stars

It lies in myself


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Through life’s asteroid field

Steady hand, mighty shield. 

Later weakened, shield dented

We must finally yield. 


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Learn from your mistakes as you’re making them. You won’t be able to think straight later when everyone’s yelling at you.   


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