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My first ever attempt at a Triolet.

A little randomness to relieve the boredom of work.

Late at night, while the world should be sleeping �" sitting in the middle of the rug, staring intently at the blank notebook ߝ..

Another randomly absurd poem with quite a lot of truth in it.

I do not see the roses that are mown down before they bloom. I do not see the sun that rises high up in the sky. I do not see the patient rocki..

Stan sat in his car " waiting and watching. He was waiting for everyone to leave, well almost everyone. He nervously tapped his fingers on the edg..

Absurdity and death (of humanity).