Ars Poetica
I will write of the things I know best
And a little of the things I do not know at all
Stand in a field full of wildflowers
And I will show you something ugly and unexpected
You will never look at fields full of wildflowers
The same way again
I can make you rethink the English language
And the origins of life
All in one stanza
It may not make sense
But its poetry, my dear,
It is poetry
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