An open letter to whoever kept throwing the magnetic poetry on the floor of the elevator, and especially to the person who took a lot of it down:
You're a jerk and a party pooper and a meanie and I don't like you. Someone (and I might know who) spent a lot of time hand-crafting those words, and lots of people were enjoying them.
I hope you stub your toe every day for a month, that your favorite person forgets your birthday, and that the elevator is always on the farthest-away floor when you call it. Phbhbhttt!
Love and kisses,
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