|Here Lies The Note|

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Here lies the note
And I will tell you all
This can range from ants to goats
So do you accept this call?

Be wary, may I say?
Cause' these poems can be really weird
From tiny grass to moulding clay
And possibly from frizzy hair to curly beard

It's titled like this without a reason
It's The Art Of Being Random
All things that come in my mind
I'll put it here and here you'll find

So please bear with me
I hope you like my poetry
From the point that you fly above the sky
To the time when I will say goodbye

(Six 'poems' for a good start)

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