tirsdag 3. juni 2014

Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced...



There was a land,
which I suppose,
where everyone had a 
crooked  nose;

And the crooked nose
that everyone had
in no manner did make
him sad.

But in that land a man
was born;
whose nose more
straight
and clean
was worn;

And the men of that
land
with a public hate
killed the man whose 
nose
was straight...


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