For a first test post, here's a poem from a now-deleted Tumblr account. The writer is unknown to me:
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The sea knows.
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Poets proclaim their love
for the sea in summer
as if it does not exist in the fall.
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But (the sea knows) only those
who have loved it in winter
have ever loved it at all.