The magnetic poetry that used to be on our fridge came to school last year when Nora kept eating it. I finally brought it out and have been encouraging anyone hovering around my desk to compose. Here are two from the first day that I liked.
You are never ugly
Beauty is how to be.
-- by a student
Languid forest love
easy idle yielding
like whispered missives
knowing.
-- by me.
I had to look up missives just now to make sure it meant what I thought it did (letters, especially long ones) and I was right, so I can post my poem. I like it. Kinda like my ideal life right there.
So, in the words of Jesse Pinkman, "Magnets, bitch!"
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