User:Cajek/UnPoetia:Ode to Randomness
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Today, in my little house,
I saw a fragrant rose.
I greeted it, and it recognized me.
"How strange," I said, as I chased after it,
"...that this would happen to me!"
And the birds chirped in reply,
"It's not that strange, good man!
...it's happened a thousand times before."
So I ate and slept,
writing poems about stupid crap.