Twist Fig
Every acre of my land is an expense. Buying a fence, hammering in the nails, it all matters, when everything else fails.
Twist Fig
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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