I was thinking of poetry and I was thinking that some poetry is like a palm reading or a horoscope.
Are the power and might in the offered words?
Or is the power in the mind of the one digesting the words?
After all you can grow a garden in a large enough pile of bullshit.
some words here and there
given form by counting sounds
otherwise mismatched
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