(William Shakespeare: a poet and his Porsche. AI generated photo)
At some point, back when I was in grade school, my teachers decided I showed some talent at writing poetry. They put that to good use whenever they needed a poem for parent visitation night or a class graduation song or something like that.
Before I knew it, that became my bailiwick.
They just meant I could rhyme words to get a simple, wholesome message across. Beyond that, I could write poems with a subtext pushing cannibalism, for all anybody cared.
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