Deep
I am in the deep
Forest that's so steep
I am unable to leap
Above the tall heap
Of underbrush to keep
Where I must creep
And not utter a peep
So I don't disturb those who sleep
Because they will weep
If I say 'what the bleep'
A Deep sketch!
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Art et Poésie au Crayon Livre suivant (Art and Poetry with a Pencil Part 2)
PoetryThese are rhymed and free form poems that express my thoughts on art, science, philosophy, life, love, politics and death as told from a scientist's point of view in some cases. This is poetry book No. 8
