Take this book and toss it out a second story window. Eventually it will reach the ground. It's a law. Throw it at the ground, it will get there sooner then if you open it and cast it out into the wind where it may drift or even float for a time before it reaches the ground. Tear it page by page and give each one to the wind to do what it will do with it. One may be found by someone who will read the words on the page, feel glad they happened upon it and put the poem in their pocket, as another may consider it littering.
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