What is art?
How is art?
Is it something we,
See?
Create?
Do?
Hear?
Feel?

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Music trip! Tomorrow! Wake up early for flight - ah, that ruined the whole happiness streak.

The journal skin thingy is kinda cool, although it would be better if they made it permanent. Ah, the joys of subscribing and the pain of not being able to buy it...

But it's quite a nuisance to use, so I'll be a traditional human being and stick to the basic green.

Enjoy gorging your eyes out by looking at the greenery.

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Once upon a time,
In a certain place,
Created was a rhyme,
At a leisurely pace.

That rhyme was but a few,
Words that form a tale,
Not one that one would do,
Or follow on its trail.

The rhyme had thought and thought,
Of a way to be alive,
So in its fright it got,
A way to live and strive.

Why shouldn't I just try,
And make those peoples say,
Those words that are mine,
Tomorrow and today?

So it began to run,
And run with haste it did,
What once was done and gone,
Said goodbye, adieu bid.

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...It doesn't make sense. I've still got a long way to becoming an actual poet.