Poetry
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I am Magnet, and I’m working during the latter half of what’s sometimes called the Rabbit Wars. I doubt you’ve heard of me though. In that sense, I’m a bit like a stenographer. Like a stenographer, I am a necessary part of these proceedings, but not identifiable in any perceivable way. Consider this: there are
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ME: When I was a child, my mother and I saw an overweight father with his overweight kid. The child had a butterfly net and eagerly plopped around trying to capture the winged insects. My mother was disgusted that the child (with his father’s obvious endorsement) found some kind of entertainment in killing the beautiful
Geometric Allegory 