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Sometimes I wonder Why Such frenzied activity But mostly Even that's (sigh . . ) . . . quite enough of that Often I see them Running As if . . (what a tasty leaf) . . juste comme il faut another et puis dodo)* (* fr. sleep time) Fingers Bed me down Hang Hairy bag of flesh in air My fur Grows damp mods Home And food , for flighty moths Jungle Grows through me Tree Sky cannot fall, Earth not fly Warm rain Cooling wind Sun Greening leaves, opening eyes Another Nicely slow Day Wake up fingers , time to move.
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Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 9:50 AM UTC
Ode to Sloth
Sometimes I wonder Why Such frenzied activity But mostly Even that's (sigh . . ) . . . quite enough of that Often I see them Running As if . . (what a tasty leaf) . . juste comme il faut another et puis dodo)* (* fr. sleep time) Fingers Bed me down Hang Hairy bag of flesh in air My fur Grows damp mods Home And food , for flighty moths Jungle Grows through me Tree Sky cannot fall, Earth not fly Warm rain Cooling wind Sun Greening leaves, opening eyes Another Nicely slow Day Wake up fingers , time to move.
Incitation to minimalist attitude. Homage to a beautoful creature threatened ny our eccessive attitide.
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FrankThomas
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Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 9:50 AM UTC
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