Poetry
You have entered my poetry exhibit. The room is dimly lit. All that you manage to pick out are a big reclining chair, a bottle of champaign on ice and a few pieces of paper scattered on the floor around the chair. The chair is placed along side a fireplace which provides the only source of light. Come, sit down and read for a while. You know nothing of what is on the papers, but you have a feeling that if you read them, you will not be disappointed.
