The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
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There once was a boy named Winn
who, in existence, was impossibly thin
he ate more than his friends
and loved Mercedes-Benz
and held dorm dance parties 'till the end.
If you don't laugh at these: get out.
"Go ask Alice when she is ten feet tall."
AIM - winn on sidekick
If I do not respond to it right away, I will reply when I see it. I'm bad at using away messages.
