Where Poems Hide

November 10, 2010
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Poems hide in the bottom of the ocean.
At the top of the mountains, poems stay clear of me.
They hide under huge fallen trees in the Redwood forrest, far away from me.
Poems walk across the Great Wall of China, and eat pasta in Italy.
Poems capture the moment of the sun setting on a white sandy beach, with me nowhere to be seen.

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