Start a poem with a fact –
Gibbons are funkmasters.
Elaborate –
and this is why they love ice-skating so much.
Throw in the odd poetic-sounding
non sequitur –
Has purpose arrived in your life yet,
or the unexpected extinction of
blah, blah, blah, blah, blah?
Is this why we write?
Is it?
Somebody answered, ‘I don’t know,’
but I don’t know.
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