It snuck up on me like a curious, ghostly visitor
in an old-time horror movie.
Hesitant at first, I approached it with caution.
And as I readied myself to ask “what’s up?”
It said its name was Poetry.
Poetry offered me a gift.
It was not a gift spotted with the Seeing Eye,
Nor a gift felt with the hands.
Yet, if you bit right into it, you could
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