All the tongues and suggestion and the picture that looks like Ray Winstone, it's not weird, it's just there's a lot of it. Also, if poetry doesn't come from the soul, but instead from poets, and if truth comes from a poet's hands, and if the dream of a poet is just a published book, then does our hope pretty much lie in just music? If it's too forthcoming, well, it sure beats waiting.

while we're waiting, here are some poems I found attached to the tags of some plush toys:

gobbles the turkey loves to eat

once a year she has a feast

I have a secret I'd like to divulge

If she eats too much her tummy will bulge!

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All day long he scoops up fish

to full his bill, is his wish

diving fast and diving low

hoping those fish are very slow!

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the captains name was Cooper

by gosh he was a trooper

he jerked and jerked until he worked

himself into a stupor.

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It was on the good ship Venus

By christ you should've seen us

the figurehead was a whore in bed

and the mast was a ten-foot penis.

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a bear so cute with hair that's curly

you will love and want him surely

to this bear always be true

he will be a friend to you!

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there once was a man named tony

with a bulge in his pants that was phony

he then paid the price, cause it was a meat slice

And the neighborhood dogs loved balogna.

Brilliant, what are we waitin for again?

No but seriously giving is great so long as the recipient really wants it.