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March 29, 2004




I'm terza rima, and I talk and smile.
Where others lock their rhymes and thoughts away
I let mine out, and chatter all the while.

I'm rarely on my own - a wasted day
Is any day that's spent without a friend,
With nothing much to do or hear or say.

I like to be with people, and depend
On company for being entertained;
Which seems a good solution, in the end.

The greatest poet of the terza rima was, of course, Dante. He and I are both vindictive and have long, vengeful memories and spend endless hours contemplating how much our enemies (and we both have legions of them) are enjoying the eternal "pleasures" of Hell and Damnation.
On the other hand, our friends (few but constant to the end) get to go to Paradise and be happy with God for eternity. Purgatory is where we mostly place telemarketers or people who talk too much about American Idol at work.


It's uncanny!

I think my quiz result is a sign I need a vacation.

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