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Row, Row, Row, Your Boat Gently Off A Cliff...

We all have favorite stories and poems and songs and colors and animals and... people... 

and... and I'm not one of them and... and so on.

So far, so forth, my favorite person is the person who understands me the most--and thats none of you. The end. Great story.

Unless you do get me already. 

Unless you know my deepest secrets. 

Unless you love me like he does. 

But you don't know who he is.

Not yet, at least.

You see here,

not all of 

these

rhyme.

This is

Random.

Free-verse. 

Loveable--hateable.

Interesting..?

No. Not

at all.

If

you

pay close

attention, you

may notice that this

is going in a constant

pattern from small

to big. Or big

to small.

All 

kept

well 

neat and

organized.

Easier to read?

No. Not at all for

me. And maybe not at

all for you. You see,

free-verse is my

style, though I can

rhyme, yet I may

run out of time

and even if I

didn't, I

wouldn't do it 

even if you were to

cry. Once again, if you

paid close attention, 

I had rhymed there

for your

satisfaction.

If you hadn't already noticed,

these poems are split into

PARTS.

Segments.

Headings.

Stories.

Ideas.

Bright ideas.

Sad ideas.

Depressing ideas.

Deadly ideas.