Penelope Calliope, a nonethelessing
kind of girl, gave it a whirl,
a yes of a dash, a now of a splash,
and did not dwell on the fact
that her days like everyone's
will frown into the past.
hans ostrom 2017
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Witty and original: it felt 'fresh', though I've often criticized that term as vague and lame. In this case, it did feel like a gust of fresh air.