These 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
The big tree glows like a star Something that looks bizarre I once saw in a winter bazaar Where I found an old guitar That had been used as a jar Where some old guy put out his cigar Okay, I'm not a broken superstar That's just how I see it from afar When I fell into a puddle of tar Next time I'll remember my car When I think about going that far My eyes say this is just a story I heard in a bar When I saw Santa through a door left ajar
A Tree bulb sketch!
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