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Your marriage is going to to fill a large part
Of your life, and the only way to be truly
Satisfied is to marry who you believe is
Great partner. And the only way to have
Great home is to love your spouse.

If you have not found him/her yet; keep
Looking. Don't settle. As with all matters
Of the heart, you'll know when you find
Him/her. And, like any great relationship, it just
Gets better and better as the years roll on.
Mr. Jobs' Stanford speech of 2011 rhymes with King Solomon's immortal wise words in Ecc. 5:18 and 9:9, about love and work.
Thou needest not be told that chamber
Labour will sap more energy than office
Work off thee: brawn for brain; --it is
Like climbing Mt. Everest in winter.
Peerless joy thou awaitest at the summit
When you come in thy summery suit.
The world understands nay struggle:
It is like speaking French in China,
Or Yoruba in Greece, or in Ghana
Arabic--it's a communication horrible!

But success, however awkward
It doth sound, has an audible voice,
Which is louder than the clangours
Of thunders that ring from heavenward.

The speech of poorness is scarcely
Heard in one's kith and kin's ears;
Whilst riches talk with dainty lips,
Whether foul tunes out they breathe.
Today a celeberity,
who was yesterday's nonentity:
sauntering in riches.
Man without quid is half
alive--save
for friars--by all scorned.
Hen party having a ****-
tail shindig,
wiggling to the moving melody
of the chanticleer's gracious piano,
crowing for glee like a baby.
Words set to music
give the body tonic--
poetic melody:

rhymes, rhythms, caesuras,
meters, beats, stanzas
and envoys
in use.

Making millions of dollars
off an album,
platinum
pop stars:

hounded by paparazzi,
landed in a Jaccuzi;
deified are poets--

pursued by Muse's mustang
midst the prairies
of inspiration
trotting.

Poetry draws no pretty penny,
prizes like the Nobel
praise.

Mummy poetry is exhaling
in the lyrical pantheon
of music.
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