I get a little bit giddy sometimes when I read poetry.
It “slaps,” as the young ones say these days.
I don’t really know what that means, but if it means I felt it in my bones, then yes.
This one slaps.

I get a little bit giddy sometimes when I read poetry. It “slaps,” as the young ones say these days. I don’t really know what that means, but if it means I felt it in my bones, then yes. This one slaps.
I get a little bit giddy sometimes when I read poetry.
It “slaps,” as the young ones say these days.
I don’t really know what that means, but if it means I felt it in my bones, then yes.
This one slaps.
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