Me and Ginny used to talk back and forth, and I'd message her at 11:11 sometimes. She likes that number. Sometimes, she'd message me at 11:11. Most of the time, it was unintentional and magical. We didn't plan on it. Just happened that way. So, in this third book of jail poems, I wrote her one thousand one hundred and eleven haikus and short poems. Haikus are in everything if you know where to look. It's my favorite form in the whole world. Syllables...
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