There once were three men
and one picked up a handful of dirt.
He explained it with religion,
and implored the other two to believe him.
The second man explained it with science,
full of excitement and enthusiasm,
and he wished the other two understood,
but he accepted that they never would.
The third wrote a poem about it,
and was immediately lost in dreams
of how great it was and how great he was
and all the subsequent love and fame
and fortune and women and song
that was sure to ensue,
and he wanted to be lauded and admired
by the other two.
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The Poem book
PoetryI was gonna make a very cool book but I wanted to start with the simple.