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something white left the green tree and started swimming in the blue sky bird! said the mother the child watched the bird as it disappeared
the child's feet left the sidewalk and started running in the street they were stopped by the father shouting at him: - what are you doing? the child looked at his guilty feet and said, bird!
the child's hand holding a piece of chalk left the blackboard his line continued its journey over the walls of the classroom it was stopped by the teacher slapping him: - what are you doing? the child looked at his guilty hands and said, bird!
the child left his feet and hands in the bed closed his eyes and dreamed of a bird
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3 comments:
bird!
Very nice...
Nothing a little lithium wouldn't fix...
it was a nice poem, thanks for it, human - categories are for suckers, even at the species level.
dear Dan Leo...
I bow to the bird in you...
very nice leaves no ice!
:)
dear Old Peter...
yes... positivism is the chronic disease of our scientific world... many invaluable concepts and souls are lost in the process of categorization...
and the only thing that can fix our mood is our mind... drugs just push the problem under the rug...
:)
thanks for your precious words...
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