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Where's the boy? Choir: Where's the man?

Boy rhymes with man. Like boys rhythm men. (Or does it?)

OR DOES IT?

Like HOMO likes SAPIENS. (LIKES)

YIKES!

(a Latin IMPERATIVUS): anima, ANIMA, anima, ANIMA

(where's the rhythm&rhyme?)

I didn't like BUKOWSKI (CONFESSIONIS, CONFETTI)

Where's the boy? Choir: Where's the man?

Where's the chorus? Where's the chorale? Where's the HOMO SAPIENS? 

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boysHomo sapiensmen

A thousand icebergs could not come between us. 

Before I realized:

that you weren't waiting 

Not on a Sonnet, nor my rendition of CATS. (which doesn't exist)

But it wasn't. It wasn't for that. 

You know. You know there's a silence between two pauses. Wherein I failed. 

But still. In that one wise moment. That one icey moment. You hit me like an ICEBERG. 

And then 10. Times 10 (100). Times 10 (1000)

A thousand icebergs could...

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Not with a thousand words. 

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