I love poetry. It is in the oxygen I breathe, and in the blood that courses through me. We have so many means now, with which to create, express and share, that our poetry can cross any boundary.
Wednesday, September 30, 2015
(2) "How can you describe poetry like American Bandstand?"
"P x I = G [perfection times importance equals greatness]. Excrement!"
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