"Poets...
Words are for the merry and wicked.
It shall be written that you were here--dancing barefoot in the garden, awake in the moonlight with a craving for sweets, beauty, and long lines of tumbling free verse."
I didn't write it, but I like to think it was written with [people like] me in mind, because Lord knows I'm sitting here, awake in the moonlight, with a craving for sweets, beauty, and...
Monday, October 6, 2008
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