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I vredens tider
Med de triste munde
Er det vigtigt at huske
På de gode stunde

Kroppen bliver bundet
Af sindets tanker
Og udvikler sig efter
Til et emotionelt anker

Når vreden den rammer
Og bliver til fysiske skrammer
Bliver sund fornuft
Sat bag stål og trammer
I am speaking with a homeless man.
He got 7 dollars in his pocket.
A smile on his face.
And his heart is warmer than most penthouses.
I listen to his old voice while I listen
To music by a star who is far more poor.
You can be rich in so many ways but sadly love and kindness won't keep you full or dry from the rain.
I once a got a present
It was danish design
A hoptimist. I was confused.
No function. Not pretty.

Just expensive...

I realized I was a hoptimist.

So I kept it...
My friend got a bunch of these I don't know why.
It's night and I am to wonder
What is this sinister madness?
shocking me like thunder
an unexplainable sadness!
Sadness from sheering silence
Erasing all hope and guidance.

I wonder. But find no reasons
Why this sadness is needed
and like spiritual dry seasons
Wither the joy I once seeded
Drained and bleak, but why?
Sadness and silence, no reply.

Time passes days and weeks
I am still with no explanation
And when the sun finally peaks
I feel this relieved sensation
But why did the sadness go?
why did it come? *I don't know.
Sometimes I just feel sad I don't know why. No warning, no reason just sadness. But I always manage so I just hold tight and wait for better days.
I have sailed the seven seas
on a sturdy ship with sturdy sails
And  felt the ocean breeze
while guided by the whales.

I have fought a giant snake
A killer shark, a one eyed squid
and a monster from a lake
when I was just a little kid

By  my side was  my crew:
An otter, a dinosaur, a  fisher bear.
Sailing across the ocean blue
together  with  joy and care.

But at the end of the day
I would visit my last location
I would put my toys away.
harboring my imagination.
Imagination is probably a kids best "crewmate". I remember as a kid how many adventures I had just by sitting on a carpet or on a chair. Imagining how the carpet was a boat or the chair a spaceship.
I **** my enemies
I got critical strike
on all my nemesis
I ain't got hybris
Running for my life
Running with my dear love
Away, dodging all problems
We do not get killed
We are the perfect team
To win a dogdeball match
I once got on a dodgeball team with my crush, and we won! That totally maded my day
I really truly wish I had
A Jellyfish tank in my living room
And no colleagues and friends I ain't mad
because imagine people that peaceful gloom
Of a little mindless pudding swimming in the water
But when I think about it I might rather have an otter
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I wrote tentacles wrong the first time....I almost strangled my pet rock...
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