A Work of Art

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remember through hour shadow sudden snow lie were from use and see ing d s go are
surrender moment light year sky dark blow there over was can her red d s to like
summer father begin empty green gold balm leave feel why the time my a s an him
winter gentle present march chill need star these what you she out me a es as less
breath sleep early child throw wind cold about have tell all off are a r ly odd
wander mother earth moon ever deep warm after with how let you am be y ed this
friend dream spring sun love week blue here the like not ask will it y er for
listen morning bless fling hurry open even wave hear song one drop his ed as ly shall

Okay, I admit it: I just don't get what the big deal is over this "Magnetic Poetry" stuff is. That's gotta be just about the worst poem I've ever seen. Plus, for the cost of that one poem you could get a small poetry book with a few dozen poems. Stupid fad.