That a poem should be concise and not endless pages long,
And a word should uplift the weary soul, and then soothe.
That if you can you should go for a ride in a balloon,
And forget about what you think of your self altogether.
That the world is a wondrous and terrible place,
And life both beautiful and horrific.
That the intricate secret web of life itself is built upon paradox,
Or perhaps not.
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