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But I Can't And Don't Ever Want To Write Bell-yanking Confetti-tossing Hat-throwing Poems.

I Don't Want My Poems To Be Sentimental, Though I Do Acknowledge That Sentiment Is Probably Rather Under-reported In A Lot Of People's Feelings A Lot Of The Time.

Each Sudden Gust Of Light Explains Itself As Flames, But Neither They, Nor Even Bombs Redoubled On The Hills Tonight Can Quite Include Me In Their Fear.

Honor The Miraculousness Of The Ordinary.

I'm Ensuring My Place In Heaven.