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I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...

Friday, November 26, 2010

Poem 44: Sawing the Cheese

Sawing a log, or cutting the cheese
both sound similar to me.
In the end the diff'rence is found between 
the stentch to which they belong.
One is loud, smelly and short
the other soft, and continuing on.

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