Where do poems come from
besides us
and where do we come from
besides poems?
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I met this man
who said he was never sad
and I told him it wasn’t so bad
to feel so awful sometimes
and he said really
and I said ya,
I’m feeling it right now
and look how happy I am
and he said he was sad
that he could never be sad
until happiness,
which I agreed
was the saddest thing I heard
and made me sadder yet
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Winter births summer
when fall kills it
and you pester me
about the shape of a cloud
but all I can see
is a storm coming
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