Where is the answer?
Is it in the cure to cancer
In the 35 degree tilt of the dancer
Or in the spear of the rushing lancer?
Oh, those who look for a plan
For a blueprint to follow
First go fix your LAN
And fill in that tree which is hollow
For difficult it is to swallow
That life has no purpose, no meaning
From anywhere to borrow
Other than random oscillations
Between joy and sorrow
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Random poems
PoetrySong-like poems made mainly for the fun rhyming effect than anything else. No deep meanings, no complicated and flowery language; just good-old random poems.
