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A disrespectful poet will perhaps play
with words belonging not to him or you,
and after reading all his or her lines…
you think of read them before, a déjà vu.
Oh my friend! You said it before? A déjà dit
or, already heard all of that, a déjà entendu,
known of have tried to do it, a déjà eprouvé,
or previously experienced, a déjà conu.
Remembering its lingering taste, a déjà goutè,
but feeling of losing it all again, a déjà lu,
as you already thought of it, a déjà pensè,
or lived it thoroughly once, a déjà vècu.
Of dreaming that you did it is a déjà revè,
I hope that all of the above went by you,
cos, if always felt the same, had a déjà senti,
as everything I said will be your déjà vu.
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I was told once that everything that could ever be written
had already been written & anything written now is what was already written... just written differently about the same thing that had already been written....(takes a big breath)....
can we dance instead? :)
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Be always safe,
Karen
Mister Wordsmith you've touched a gold mine with thgis one.
Blessings!!
Susan
Christine
what goes around comes around--and vice versa.
Love the poem. -gene.
I love your poem, it's a mind thinker.
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :) *SALUTE*