I think I can write poetry, which is ridiculous because I don’t particularly like to read it.  I was in a play once called “I Never Saw Another Butterfly” based on poetry written by children at the Nazi’s Terezin concentration camp.  I loved their poetry.  I also like some of the older stuff, stuff that kind of rhymes, or makes sense.

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