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I have been looking for you.
A poet, magnificent and true.
Is there one who loves poetry more than life?
Every day, he wrote a poem for his wife,
allowing the local news to have a look.
An editor secretly put the poems in a book
of black leather, and in gold-leaf: “THE NEWS,
by Addison Simmons Clupp.”
A true story. You can look it up.
Except its truth can only be found here.
I invented it. Everyone invents everything.
The truth is, everyone is a poet and no one
values life more than poetry.
The question in my title is wrong.
Life is cold. Warm and lovely my song.
