I've posted a new poem somewhere in a corner of the internets. If you find it, you'll never know.
How does that make you feel?
never knowing what poem I posted. Never knowing the contents.
I'll give you a hint, there's a kitchen utensil in one of the lines.
And another line about wine.
It's quite lovely... my poetry...
but you'll never read it. I know.
Because it's tucked away in a corner of the internets.
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You gotta wonder what the point of posting a poem on the internet is if you don't expect anyone to be able to find it.
I posted the poem expecting people who know me on a personal level to not be able to find it.
I'm sneaky, sneaky. ;)
If you'd like to read it, I could always send it to you though....
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