Potato poll.
Thanks, yep it's my own little poem. :)
As for the blues, Mississippi John Hurt isn't your typical blues artist I suppose. Some of his old work sounds more like American folk music. Some of his old work I really enjoy, but I couldn't find my favorite recording of him on YouTube.
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I knew you guys wouldn't be able to sort the potato poll in the right order. Just too tempting to vote potato?
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true blue,
thank you!
great train, cool puzzle + to my ears some very special delicatesse I didn´t even know existed
the new year can come for me now ;-
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I'm sorry to crash the party :)
I'll make a hopeful poem/puzzle another day when I feel like it.
Perhaps some folks can relate to the poem. I'ts not that I am not happy 2020 is (almost) over, I am, trust me, I just always get this existential crisis when I think about the future XD
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Not going to enter anything, but have a bump for solved :)
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Can't find my way to the train but pretty good poem anyhow.
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The blues these days.
The new year blues.
My heaRt is coloured blue.
Where is this going anyways,
and what am I to do?
And why does time so quickly fade?
The hands of time will turn.
For nothing more than dust we are,
to dust we will return.
And yes for better times I pray.
I pray to ease the pain.
Perhaps there'll be a brighter day.
Perhaps it's all in vain.
Samsara, bad luck, evil eye.
not easy to determine.
Who's love will help you to get by,
and shield you from the vermin.
Our fates are often undeserved.
If you don't swim you'll drown.
On waves we're bobbing Up and down.
You Get whaT you are served.
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