One of the many gifts the OuLiPo has given the world is the beau présent, which is a poem that contains only the letters in the recipient’s name. Here's a haiku from mine, from me to me.
I was in a jail,It is only through the confining act of writing that the immensity of the nonwritten becomes legible, as the old song goes.
snow shone on a branch.
whoosh, here rejoins now.
Back to Word with Friends now, but this time in Marcel Duchamp art project style.
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