yeah whatever
i saw a tree the leaves fell and bounced and blew in the wind and water fell from the sky as a breeze pushed my hair and it was then that i was ok with dying
blah blah blah blah poetry SUCKSill tell you what mine meant
it mean that poetry is a bunch of pretentious bullshit
id rather read obituaries all day
So sayeth Ryan McPherson.
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