A quicky. Where have all the poets gone Gone to the wild ways of thought I remember when their halos shone And each loving poem bought at least a bright red apple a reward for thinking deeply trying to access a Muse or grapple with thoughts that might be cheaply forced to the surface by a some... Sign in to see full entry.
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