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 Back in the day, and by that I mean possibly as far as the year 2000, me n' my buddy Chris invented a nouveau style of poetry. We called it Improexophonophelia. And it's the best thing ever. It all started around one poem called clouds. It goes like this: by ryan matthew ewing clouds, clouds, clouds poof, poof, poof clouds, clouds, Clouds sometimes they take funny shapes clouds It's very formulaic. In fact, if you steer away from the formula you might just have your car reposessed. So why the weird name? Well, I'll tell you. Let's break Improexophonophelia down to it's basics. Impro - as in "improvisation", because after all these little poems are made up on the spot. Exo - as in "on the outside", because you're sharing your poem with people and not keeping it to yourself like a greedy bastard. Phono - is for the fact that it is audio-based, though you can put them down on paper after. Phelia - it's more like "feel ya" because the inventors (me n' Chris) like to touch boobies. Do you remember the formula? Let's try another one. I'm going to make an Improexophonophelia poem up on the spot called "desk" because that's the first word that came to mind. Pay special attention to the structure... by ryan matthew ewing desk, desk, desk brown, brown, brown desk, desk, Desk this is where i do most of my writing desk by christopher jesse troy morris hb pencil, hb pencil, hb pencil sharpen, sharpen, sharpen hb pencil, hb pencil, HB Pencil i prefer not to get stabbed with one of them hb pencil
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