I used to write a bit of poetry here and there. It was all terrible. But every now and then, I like to dig through my disorganized collection of books, brush off the dust gathering at the back of the stack, and read a poem or two. Maybe it's just the cherry blossoms, but I think April is a wonderful time to introduce oneself to new voices, or even rediscover old favorites. And, after reading a few lines, maybe we'll discover that poetry isn't quite as bad as Jon Stewart would have us believe. (Skip ahead to 7:00)
Who knows? Perhaps there might even be a bit of utility hidden behind the lines.
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