They taught me, until I was blue in the face
That the comma does not go here, nor does it
Go there, but I put it here, anyway. I love
Commas, they are like, little blossoms of
Life in the spring, deep breaths that I take
When I see something magical, in my
Word garden, and they judicially, make a case
as to why, I absolutely cannot, put a comma
here as if the comma, were a pesticide. Life
can be breathtaking, so I will pause as much,
as I need to. They obviously do not, enjoy the
spring as much, as I do.
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