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		<title>Magnetic Poet</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Poet would sprinkle some iron shavings on a large white board, and then place a bunch of randomly tangled wires under the board.  Then he would run electricity through each wire. The shavings would then rearrange.  The results would then be decoded into poetry. Sometimes, the results were good.]]></description>
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		<title>The Poem or the Poet</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[When the poet started writing his poem, he said to himself, &#8220;I will end it when it wants to. I am but a conduit through which the art flows.&#8221; What he didn&#8217;t know was that once the poem has no more need for a conduit, that conduit ceases to be.]]></description>
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