Friday, February 8, 2008

unintentional poetry

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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