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Sunglasses Questionku



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                          ooooo YOU    ONCE    TOLD    ME ooooo
                          D E A T H    IS          NOT      THE   E N D
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                       o                            o      o                        o
                       o                           o       o                       o 
                         o                        o         o                     o
                           o                     o           o                  o
                              o  o  o o o oo               o  o   o  o


                      

                              WHY    ARE    YOU    CRYING    THEN ?






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Seasons with the APPLE-PEAR: my one dollar-Questionku


£                                                            $
$      ££$>         $                          $               apPEARing as an APPLE,
$   $$$£                        $         $                     and APPeaLing as a PEAR,
$ /                                    $
$/                                                                she was PEAR and she was APPLE,
$                                                                both sides of an APPLE-PEAR...
Well,
He      said.
After         all,
$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
The      Perfect     Man 
asked     for     Perfection;
But   was   SHE   really  real?
$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
And was she really the only one
to love him and reveal the most
appealing APPLE of desire ... ...
$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
Or  was  it  ...  just for greed ?
That empty loving... ... !!!
All cruelty... ... !!!




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STAMPEDES 'round the kids

   STAMPEDES 'round the screen,
         STAMPEDES 'round the kids,                                T
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                  Scritch   scratch       'round                                 N
                  !   Their      match.      Everybody                        E
                  i      Aims  to  catch                                         W
                  !          Mom's batch of little gamers.
                              P                                      !                   P
                              E                                      !                  E
                              D                                      !                   D
                              END 'EM ALL      Leave    alone                A
                              STAMPEDES!      our video kids!               G 
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The Rose, A Questionku

                                              o                                                 $orrow$ 
                                       o         <> As                                   o<>$orrow$
                                           o   $          the flows                /               $orrow$
                                o           <>                     o              /                $orrow$
                                o       o                             from her /                 $orrow$
                                      o      O                        sorrows                    $orrow$
                          o      o                                     drew                    $orrow$
                         o             o                              the veil                 o<>
                      o   o      o            O                                              o<>o
                    o  o    o  o      o                         from their eyes,   <>o
                   o o  o                o         O                     /             o
                  o o  o           o                                     /
                 o          o                             O          Died
               o  o   o                                             The
               o  o                  o                           Rose
             o  o                                                 /
             o                                                  from
                               o                              their
              o                                              blows
                                                                !
                                                           O  and   o O   Oo  
                   o                                 O         the    o O  O  O
                                                  O              hail      o  Oo  O  
  Pearls are pouring,                   O                     !        o O  OO  
                                             O                      in        o O  OO 
                                             O                     their  o  O  OO
  Like dew on The Rose:              O                 lies    o  O.Oo
  Who's hailing her sorrows?                O        O      O   O


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The Dylan Death Song Questionku

" WHEN  ALL  THAT  YOU  HELD  SACRED
   FALLS  DOWN  AND  DOES  NOT  MEND          µ
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                                                                                       .                                                   .                                              ...   T H E     E N D   . . .                                
                                         NOT  THE  END ?   NOT  THE  END ! ? 

JUST  REMEMBER,                                          For the tree of LIFE is growing
DEATH  IS  NOT  THE  END:                          Where THE  S P I R I T  never dies
JUST  NEW  LIFE  BEGINNING ?                With the bright light of S A L V A T I O N
                                                                 Shining through the empty skies..


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Bob Dylan Answerku

The master thinks
behind sunglasses:
What new controverses?

And in my dreams
I asked about death.
And the new life after?

The master frowned
behind his glasses:
a controversial point?

The mystery man,
He gave an answer:
His own true opinion?

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                          D E A T H    WERE          NOT      THE   E N D
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                       o                           o       o                       o 
                         o                        o         o                     o
                           o                     o           o                  o
                              o  o  o o o oo               o  o   o  o


                              P R O B A B L Y    W A S    K I D DING





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Come4tunes and comfort me - My frenemy's best birthday wishes

2day once more was fun day, because the sun was there:
Of course! Like all the sundays, as usually they were...
if only you were there 4 me, and not 4 all together!
The sun has gone, and in the mood, it's moon day that begins 

and all around the ticking sounds that I hear all around me,
there's suddenly my Blackberry: a ringtone's sent to me.
As yesterday was 'gain your birthday, told the ringtone sent to me,
As usual, I'm sending you 4 tunes to comfort me;

because I know that once again, as for many a birthday
you surely still are thinking of the things that run the same way:
There is The Sun, there is The Belle and Moon day !s their frenemy's day;

and I am used to sail away for it's too hard to see
that your stubborness clings to him and it won't let us be...
Goodbye, my love; I hope next year you'll come4tunes to comfort me.  


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A false Questionku

                              <> <>         golden LEAVES AROUND the ranch:                                                                                                                           
                                       <>         
Autumn leave's leaves                 <>   --   <>    <> you                   
Leave the ranch in gold:            <>                               see
Are branches in their sleeves?                                            them
                                  And       /             <>                         sway,
          ---------              real-   /                                                  <>
         (           )              ly      /                            <>                   <>
         ----------            grow-  /                                                  
                                   ing      /                                  <>            golden
                                   old?      /                                                         
See,  the  b r a n c h   in   autumn                                                    to
                !                                 !                                   <>           the
                Slips   in   a u t u m n   sleeves;                                      ground:
                                   !                         !                                          
                                   And the r a n c h all golden                       dyeing
                                                 !                        !                 <>   their
                                                 Sleeps on golden leaves               little
                                                                                      <><>    death?
                  



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His cousin's wedding

We received the invitation,
pretty card...and pretty late,

for I need deepest inspiration
to prepare such a debate

between my husband and I:
The cousin's his, and I am shy!

Shy enough to need one year
to decide what I could bear

on my shoulders on that day:
bright red dress or simple grey?

That pretty card came pretty late
And as I stood at our gate,

staring at lovely designs,
I already saw bad signs:

The sky was blue...
My blue dress too !

The garden green...
What should it mean ?

My roses grew
wild tangerine

And I felt more
like a child, crying.

O my, that pretty card was late
I'll have NINE months before the date 

To put a colour on my dress
And get my husband say me "Yes !"

O my, that pretty card is late
I better start with the debate

Right now before he leaves his office
I'm phoning him to send a kiss.




 





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3DOM Questionku


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Dial 3DOM#####¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤             Dial 3DOM
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Should I finish my task?¤¤¤¤¤¤¤            Did you finish your task?
Dial 3DOM####¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤              Dial 3DOM
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Is it so essential?¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤              Why can Tom break the wall?
Dial 3DOM####@@@@¤¤¤¤¤¤              Dial 3DOM              
4, 5, 6 and... Say,####¤¤¤¤¤¤              Dad and Mom and... Say,
D'you think it's worth the day?¤             Is it so hard to stay?
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