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Today I read a poem.
It was written by Lewis Carroll.
It had 28 lines.
It had 7 stanzas.
It was nonsense;
That's why I liked it.

Today she read a poem.
It was by a man whose name I don't remember.
It had many lines.
It had many stanzas.
It meant something;
That's why she liked it.

Today I heard a poem.
It didn't matter who wrote it
Or how many lines it was
Or how many stanzas.
It meant something;
That's why I liked it.