Food for Thought-Questionnaire Number 2 (A Poem Built from the Fabric of Life)

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My art: imitating death
My nautical storage facility: a paradox
My categorical: it’s imperative
My bread: unleavened
My morning: broken
My haus: bau
My weight: measured in words. Can I by a vowel?
My doubt: a misplaced umlaut
Mein Freitag : nicht kausal
My chocolate: dark, bitter, and Belgian
My beer: dark, bitter, and Belgian
My bananas: rotten and in limited supply
My truth: I can’t handle it

–Richard Bryant

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