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14 Waiting for a Call Travelling through Charles De Gaulle I stood sweating for this call Whence my eyes caught travelers Who were on the spot dreamers For an escapade they’d fly While with the means they’ll comply Never. Such dregs none drinks For ’twixt dregs and drunks no links Link them for there is a blind Leaving one class in a bind One in which in pain they pine While on the spot their travails shine And glisten with rays finely tuned; With past, present and future pruned! Crazy Carpet 07/03/2010 Sure ! Happily all slept on that grass mattress ! Yes, all did! Yet, did trade it all blind for stress On this hanging floor with its mad plastic rug For which before, all were all high as on drug Trading their buttresses for this better life Tapping honey by stinging bees in their hive! Quiet hive like honey bee sting devoid of pain? That in that cart brought man to hunt hope for gain And to drag all down downhill this muddy slope; Now in the valley all only strive to cope! ...

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