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Let’s be e-poets for the European day of languages! + Letter to a penfriend

O for organize, often, officially, only, offer, own,

let’s open our houses to our

old opposites and let’s have a good party!

D for dream, day, definitely and do the best!

Do your best!

E for Enjoy the Ode to Joy!

Elected engineers and experience!

WRITING TO A PENFRIEND(1)

 

T for take your time!

0 for  our  best friends  and our best neighbours!



J for our joy, for  our original future

just   for  our wonderful  men and women

for our children, our cities,  our buildings,

our forests and our  nature!

O  for  our   magnificent  trees and plants and flowers

our gardens, our vegetables and sun!

Y for our   yellow and  yelling yes!

… Young and yesterday!

… Our years!

E for elected and election

enjoy, everyday, everybody,

everything

U for until,unpack,up,

upstairs,use,

united and unity

for United Kingdom

R for ready, real and really, rich and richness,

relax and relaxing, race, rabbit,react,ring,

roads and rivers,receive,remember, riddle,

rain and rainy, read, readers, reading, roots,

routes, room,right, rules,

reach,recognize, roadsign

run, run, run, run, run,run,

run,run,run,run,

run,run,run,run,run,

run,run,run,run,run,run,

run,run,run,run,run,run!


O for over,offer,open,officially,

often,only,order,

own, other

P for paint and painting


E for enjoy and e-communication!

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Bright Star by John Keats

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night

And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors–
No–yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever–or else swoon to death.


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