Picture this:

You walk into a party. 

You grab a drink and scan the room. 

You spot two poets in vintage suits beside antique typewriters.

You talk to them for a moment, and they start to write. 

Ninety seconds later, you have a one of a kind haiku to take home and keep forever.

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where kanye west meets

mother teresa upon

vintage typewriters.