The Death of Imagination

No, I gave the poems away! That was the entire point. I never had my doubts about the idea, but my roommate did. He was dating a close friend of the benefactee who reported that she went looking for her little surprise and found only "some song lyrics from Bob Dylan". (Actually, a poem from Dylan Thomas--the girlfriend's mistake, I suspect.) So he counselled me to give up the idea in favour of something more traditional, like candy. But I persevered. My reward was a great big hug in front of everyone.