I just forwarded an e-mail to my husband with the hastily written message: "Pup, someone is copping our style. Mosley, chomp!" I won't bore you with context or annotation. I simply want to highlight that this falls into a beautiful 3-5-3 rhythm. Reformatted here:
pup, someone
is copping our style
mosley, chomp!
The only way I will ever be able to write poetry is unintentionally.
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