A poet-friend just emailed me to say that she attended a poetry reading a few days ago. One of the poets read a self-penned work that contained the following lines (and this should be a lesson to us all in how not to write a poem):
"I feel the universe experiencing itself through me.
It needs me here, now."
My friend’s reaction – “But it didn't. Oh how it did not.”
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