Critique
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A poem for the road
Look, he said, it’s a liner
Everyone looked
And they said, it’s a liner
Look better, he said, it’s a plane
Everyone responded
That it was indeed a plane
But no, look better, it’s a cloud
They all admire
That after all, it was a cloud
Finally, he cried out: “But it’s nothing!” »
Everyone admitted
That in fact, they saw nothing.
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