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"42" might be the answer to "2020?".

I am not doing something stupid.
I've done it already.

A bad getaway
Got away.
I'm stuck and I'll stay.

A baker's dozen
Is the rule in the quantum world,
The only formula.

A bar of chocolate
Was left on the table
In a hot sunny day,
And melted away.
His previous owner,
A nice little girl,
Has learned her lesson
In a hard and a molten way.

A bear came,
Out of the forest,
Looking for some honey,
Dreaming about a smoked fish.

There's a big, black crow
Who's looking at me
And clearly thinks:
"I. Don't. Know".

If dinosaurs still were
In my vicinity,
I certainly would be worried,
But also less bored.

A bit of this,
A bit of that,
A bit of karma,
And so we met.

A black crow
Flew in a nice rainbow,
I'd never seen before
A black rainbow.

A black strong tee
Is the best,
But for a black and equally strong coffee.

I was alone, you were alone, and only some bone
Of the previous civilisation was laying around.

There's not enough books in this world
To hit you with all of them,
Because I can't stand you
And books are quite handy for this.

A book was written and rewritten,
Then maybe lost or maybe hidden,
Then reappeared once again,
Was read with joy and soothed pain,
The book about life and death,
The book about all this mess.

A boy and a girl went out together,
By a good weather and by a bad weather,
Because they both wanted to be meteorologists.

Absurd but sympathetic,
That's how I would like to appear
In your loving eyes.

a car sped away,
darkness is falling on streets,
the thinking is creeping in.

A cat,
A dog,
A fog,
That's a story without a clear outcome.

A cat has nine lives,
But only one curiosity.

According to the order of time,
There will be spring
And you will be mine.

a strange fat man
is always in my head,
he fears to be on a diet.

A cowboy and a gun
Are never done
With each other,
Because they are rather
Having a lot of fun.

Across all borders, and also nations:
Birds are flying from south,
Cars are reparking in different formations,
Cats are excited, from tale to mouth.

Across deserts full of dunes,
Across writting tables full of papers,
I will come and make you happy,
Before disappearing in new oceans.

a crumbled edge
came down in the forest,
the last of its kind.

A cup of tee,
A book with nice ideas,
The happiness to bring myself to tears.

A curious comet approached the Earth,
And hesitated, back and forth,
Before becoming a shooting star,
From afar.

A desert appeared,
Like a reflection of my thoughts,
Which aren't many.

A desert is just a waiting room,
An ocean is a bank, open for new deposits,
A sky is a lazy supervisor of deserts and oceans.

A dictionary has been spilled into a desert,
And so many nice words are laying around, half-buried in the sand,
Waiting for a passer-by to be spelled.

a door banged,
the cat is looking lost,
he played enough,
he doesn't like the frost.

It is a far cry from the complete silence.

A far cry
Is still there,
It's in my ear,
Unable to fly.

a fleeting moment,
then a fleeing moment,
then it's gone.

A flying crow
Will know,
I won't.

A foolishness is something I can feel every morning waking up.
Then I'm normally having a distracted thinking or musing, which is a favourite pass-time of our Universe.
You know, pieces and bits, until it fits.
At some point a feeling comes, that the closure is coming to get me or ask me for the last time:
"Make love, or at least sense".
Well, I am surrounded by love with question marks!
So, don't take me, seriously.
Anyway, in life you only have to know what to stop, and then you should stop it. That's it, really.
The next message,coming to me, will be even more clear: "Reality wants back to you".
Just one last thought before giving in to it:" Love is a tricky business with some weird schemes for overzealous investors".

After a short time,
The long arm of coincidence
Put me in the middle of this mess.

After I've seen a cupboard
To float through my room in broad daylight,
I will never have the old set of emotions.

After the Big Bang
There was a Big Pizza,
Probably with pepperoni,
Maybe without cheese,
Because the Universe isn't sticky.

A galaxy is only huge,
If you can't live without it,
Otherwise, it's just a tiny speck,
Because you don't love it.

A gentleman went to his club,
Had a coffee, read a newspaper, asked for a cigar,
Thinking about this world, that is so tough.

A ghost came once to visit me,
I offered him a drink,
Proposed him a toast
To health of all the ghosts.
He drunk with me,
Was pleased with the toast,
And floated away,
I suddenly felt lost.

a glass of beer, please,
a promising smile, please,
I will gladly accept both.

A good music
And a very good coffee  
Is the best philosophy.

A good music can solve your  problems,
A very good one can save your soul.

A good music
Makes you do all these things,
That you'll never regret afterwards.

A good night sleep
Can solve all problems but one:
How to get a good night sleep?

A good poetry is scary,
After reading it,
You will have to live in the world
With higher standards.

A gripping narrative
Is lurking in the shadows,
Like a mean *****.