Love sentences to the New Yorker

I haven't been able to finish a poem in the new yorker since 1979
          and I wasn't even born yet

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Somebody might want to let them know that their obsession with the ampersand
          has no lasting impact on their cultural relevance

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Remember when Bukowski wrote about all the tap tap tapping back and forth,

          did it occur to you then, or now, that he was talking about you?

Hallmark Card in honour of Paul Muldoon

If your work is ever rejected by the New Yorker
     just look up the editor's poetry.

I promise     You'll feel a lot better.