With a love a madness for Shelley Chatterton Rimbaud and the needy-yap of my youth has gone from ear to ear: I HATE OLD POETMEN! Especially old poetmen who retract who consult other old poetmen who speak their youth in whispers, saying:—I did those then but that was then that was then— O I would quiet old men say to them:—I am your friend what you once were, thru me you`ll be again— Then at night in the confidence of their homes rip out their apology-tongues and steal their poems.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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