There are – at least – 3 or 4 sets of magnetic poetry on my fridge, and though my husband says he hates it, some really lovely things have come from it. And the best part is whenever we have friends over, someone inevitably winds up parked in front of the fridge, searching through hundreds of words to find “life” or “tomorrow” or “she”. It really is quite fun. Here’s a few examples… What can I say, I am a word perv.
