I feel the wind. Gentle, yet consistently nudging ( Read more... )

A fool's bane:
The infinite
Great wisdom he possesses. He
Knows approximately

What shame:
To deny
His astute wit of any wit. He
Shakes vaguely

His mane:
One great
Radically cynical mental. He
Knows not

Yet, he
Knows not.

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Snivel at him.
He walks by giggling, wussy pussy
Shuffle 'em up.
Those swaying grass taunt and fawn.

He is woeful.
Enjoying bits of the winds since
Rain never came.
He comes, huffing and puffing.

Snort and sniff.
Shift and squirm.
Cackling cacophony.
Humourous harmony.

He laughs.
He grins.
He cries.
Look at him.

You scored as Mathematics. You should be a Math major! Like Pythagoras, you are analytical, rational, and when are always ready to tackle the problem head-on!

Mathematics
75%
English
75%
Linguistics
75%
Philosophy
67%
Journalism
67%
Engineering
58%
Psychology
58%
Sociology
50%
Anthropology
42%
Theater
42%
Dance
33%
Biology
33%
Art
25%
Chemistry
17%
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For you I will sing a song.
The one of many many many,
The one of few words in throngs
Of cadences quite uncanny.

This song I will sing
To you, to you, you you you.
To you only will it ring
Round, and brightly too.

For you I will sing sing sing,
Sing to no end's end.
My song is for you.
My song is for you.