This is just a quirky nonsensical poem about redundancy and how life has a purpose that is inexplicable yet the question of life’s purpose has more answers than any other.
With respect to all nationalities, reading this poem aloud in an accent other than your own may cause mass hysteria or inability to complete the reading of the poem without laughing at the absurdity of it…
With respect to all nationalities, reading this poem aloud in an accent other than your own may cause mass hysteria or inability to complete the reading of the poem without laughing at the absurdity of it…
READ this poem on my blog:
http://xoandre.wordpress.com/2010/09/22/%e2%80%a2%cf%81%e2%80%a2-the-purpose-of-life/