Interesting things I’ve learned doing this: writing poems each day is both like and unlike working on prose each day. I would probably need, after however many days in a row I’ve been doing this, to let my brain grow back a little. But I’d probably have an idea of where I was going to go next with said story. Poems are a new piece every day, and so more difficult.
Anyway, as I let my brain grow back, have some Shakespeare. My favorite bit of Much Ado; I love Beatrice and her anger.
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