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I think it's fair to say that poets are a strange breed, their own "race" indeed. They're often tortured souls who don't write rhymes for a hobby, but rather give birth to them. Anyone who has gotten up in the middle of the night to put words down on paper, not knowing from where they came, will understand what I'm talking about. Writing prose with ink from the heart is very much akin to what giving birth used to be like ... you have no idea what the baby is going to be until after it is born. |
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