I met an old man from the land of smiles,
Who pointed to a wreck of stones.
Beneath them lay alone a throat-cut head.
He told how that man was dead,
And read what was engraved; You shan’t take mine.
The old man cried with laughter. That man died blinded!
For time must fly and time nay thine.
My name is Ozymandias. Another King’s lie, said the same old man.
With unmighty and despair throughout this land,
Again, the dead man chanted—and failed.
But we prevailed.
We prevail. And will prevail.
And he still failed.
The floor he stood collapsed to hell.
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“Hey. Let me see the photos.” Enthusiastic as he had just finished a photoshoot, Beam urged Paul to give him his camera. However, Paul seemed to reject his seemingly forceful request as he was shaking his head while checking the photos from the camera.
Similar to Edward Hopper’s Nighthawks
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Sometimes life tastes like a beer,
Sometimes still water,
Sometimes milk,
Sometimes tea,
Sometimes coffee,
Sometimes soda,
Sometimes juice,
Sometimes bitter,
Sometimes sweet,
Sometimes bittersweet,
Sometimes sour,
Sometimes toxic,
Sometimes poison,
Sometimes tasty,
Sometimes awful,
Sometimes tasteless,
Sometimes you have to swallow,
Sometimes you throw up,
Sometimes you prefer,
Sometimes
The Never-Ending Adventure
What I’d like to say is that we internalised ideas and elements of poetry since we’re just kids.