What do you mean I
can’t write long poems? What would
make you think that, eh?
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bah humbug! “I like mustard even on custard’ e.e.cummings but then wrote some pretty famous poems. and a Merry Christmas to you 707!
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Or as Don Marquis has it:
“toujours gai archy
that is my motto
there s more than one dance
in the old dame yet”
And a Merry Xmas to you Dormis, and thank you.
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well I think Don Henley nailed it in ‘Drivin with your eyes closed’ song…
“vous yankees sont si stupides avec des questions de cœur
vous ne savez pas que les femmes sont les seules œuvres d’art?”
Cheers to a cheery poet. 🙂
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