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It is a popular belief that Poets are born, not made.
And so goes my fervent belief: I’m not a poet. ...
It is in these times, more then ever, that I don’t claim to be a poet. ... When you see things in your head, hear music beating over and over, and sometimes feel a fixation to or for certain objects of your fancy, undergo transformation from the normal to the uncommonly disturbed, know things and express it in a way that an average Joe wouldn’t understand, that’s when, I guess, you can claim to be a poet.
Approximate Word count = 363 Approximate Pages = 1.5 (250 words per page double spaced)
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