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I can prove poetry exists because I can write you a poem.
How can you prove the Sun exists? By telling me to look at it? You don't think it's kinda suspicious that everyone is always telling you not to look at the sun? Why are they trying to hide it?
Don't listen to them, man. Go see it for yourself.
I can prove poetry exists because I can write you a poem.
Oh sorry, I accidentally left a word out of my reply. I meant to say good poetry doesn't exist. Your offer to write me a poem made me realize my grammatical mistake. Thanks for helping me spot my error.
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Oh freddled gruntbuggly, Thy micturations are to me, (with big yawning) As plurdled gabbleblotchits, in midsummer morning On a lurgid bee, That mordiously hath blurted out, Its earted jurtles, grumbling Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer. [drowned out by moaning and screaming] Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles, Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts, And living glupules frart and stipulate, Like jowling meated liverslime, Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes, And hooptiously drangle me, With crinkly bindlewurdles,mashurbitries. Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon, See if I don't!
Oh no!
My feelings!!!
Resist the urge to write a poem about your hurt feelings.
You can look at the sun near sunrise and sunset. You can work up to being able to look at it during regular daylight. It is called sungazing, some people who practice it are called breatharians.
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