Poetry, look!
A free worm* crawls on you hand!
The French always tended to invent
all sorts of nasty things:
freedom, equality, fraternity,
French fries, free verse.
When I was a small and ardent poet,
I worshipped rhymes
and denied a free verse the right to be called
poetry.
With time I grew up and cooled down,
as evidenced by the lack...
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