>My experience is usually that the poem (rather than me) is quite obviously
>uncomfortable until I've managed to help it, or relax and allow it, to find
>its shape.
>
Come right on in, poem.
Make yourself at hoem.
Go on, put up your feet.
Perhaps you'd like a sweet.
The weather lately sucks.
Sure I've got five bucks.
I don't care if it's late.
I know how to wait.
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