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Extravaganza

Creative side suddenly began to flourish
With mom's home interioir design.
Now I foster it, fully embrace and nourish.
Goals with my actions are to be aligned.

Vivid colors, textures, shapes, patterns, and sly styles
I could have spent hours choosing window blinds.
Visit furnuture stores in radius of miles.
Came unnoticed in myself. Was I blind?

I am not prone to impulsive decisions
Today fell in love with furtinute piece.
I have a dream house and in which I envision
It. My unborn child would play with my niece.

House is not big but pragmatic yet elegant.
Three bedrooms, dining room, a vestibule. 
My daughter rattles a lot, whistles, sometimes chants
Songs yet it is never a ridicule.

I am hoping my vision is not a kitsch.
On Sundays we don't visit nearby church.
I'm hoping to discover my magic mood switch.
Next to the house there's a forest of birch.

Another side of myself is somewhat nerdy.
Software, data structures, algorithms.
Plus one's ground underneath has got to be sturdy
Yet I dream of theater, rhythms and myths.

My muse was not with me when I was a student
When I possessed all the time in the world. 
Now I work, I am an adult, so prudent.
Wish my creativity could be sold.

I like extreme comparison, enjoy grotesque.
Use them in emerging poem fables.
It's burlesque: I sit the day thrgouh at my work desk
Struggling to make sense of Excel tables.

I simply adore tight six syllable stanza
Through it's harder to bring the point across.
But it is compact and mere extravaganza! 
It's mine therefore I have to bear this cross...

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