5503. 50,000 LUCKIES

50,000 LUCKIES

And why not. Sometimes the easy way out : every

chance is another disclaimer; something to be said

for nothing. I built this wooden shed in three days with 

about three hundred nails, who's counting. There I

brought it up. A wooden shack with a painted door, a

window made of rotgut and a shelf for twenty bottles.

500 hundred books later, here I still sit.

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I found myself in love with round numbers after the

day I met you : a penchant for iambic, I am like that.

Multiply the force by the acclamations of love  -  one

hundred five hundred a thousand lines an inch. Well,

there, the opposite of Haiku  -  so much piled on

information that the pattern and the lines are infinite.

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Heard it before, done it all. Every heartbeat, 

another excuse for something.