Hoppe-Mari elsker jeg,
fordi hun hopper raskt i vei:
lander på en kortstokk som
jeg fant i Gisle Moens dom.
Dommen gjaldt et stjålet kor
som Gisle stjal fra Idas mor.
Ruben sheik-ben Ali Kurv
Krittet tavla full av slurv.
Det var en gang Kurt-Abreham spiste hermetikkpensler med en liten skje. Det var plass til en halv hermetikkpensel per skje.
fredag 28. november 2008
Hoppe-Mari
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Dr Rekemann
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mandag 10. november 2008
the worst thought
to decompose or decay as organic matter
to deteriorate or become damaged unsafe useless
to degenerate morally or lose social cohesion
to become wasted or enfeebled
rot rotting rotted rots rotten
as in the fabric of their little society is rotting
as in he rots the days away
as in audiovisual candy has rotted her mind
as in our rotten composure steals the glitter in our eyes
as in i dont want to rot
rot in autumn
shiver and sleep through the winter
stretch out in spring
prance all summer
bonus:
she degenerated morally or lost social cohesion
i say that so many times each day
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Dr Rekemann
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