I wake up an hour before my alarm (set at 8:30).
I sit at the computer,
Full of too-early-morning yawns,
Where someone left me their
Good intentions:
Plan your work and work your plan.
Europe: Ou-zhou
Later we get sweet and sour (chicken),
And watch the sun fall through the trees,
After a day of vomit, papers,
And motorcycle tears:
You will be showered with good luck.
Telephone: Dian-hua.
I go to bed hours early (10:30).
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i love fortune cookies, but i always feel let down by their messages. i always get the idea that i'm not thinking hard enough and that it's my own fault that i can't extract something meaningful from their little chinese proverbs. for some reason, i'm always looking for some higher message and never managing to find one. that's right, chinese fortune cookies confuse me. have a laugh at my expense.
but here, you've done something interesting. you've given the reader some perspective to a fortune cookie message by illustrating what was happening and what you were experiencing as you read it. bravo, that's clever. it's a fun and interesting combination of found poetry and regular poetry.
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