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It is a poem about paper cranes

Submitted: July 10, 2012

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Submitted: July 10, 2012






Start out with a perfect square of paper

or it won't come out right.

Post-its are perfect.  You can get them

in all sorts of colors.  Pinks, blues, greens –

not just that pale yellow anymore.

Post-its have evolved.


A complete crane takes twenty-one folds.

Do it a few hundred times

and you don't need your eyes anymore.

Your fingers become little machines.

Hand me a square of paper

and I'll hand you back a crane,

even if you didn't ask for one.


And legend has it that if you make a thousand—

ten packs of post-its,

twenty-one thousand folds—

and give them to your sick friend,

your sick friend gets better.

In theory anyway.

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