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Hey, all my fellow poets, let's celebrate us as no one would do. |
| Boys love girls. Girls love boys. Poets love sun, moon, hills, rivers, pin, dust bin, and all other things that exist and things that don't exist. If you go from A to B, it is logic. If you go anywhere, everywhere, it is magic. The poem is magic. A poet's mind is younger than newborn and older than 90 years old. Lastly, Scribble today to write tomorrow. |