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I am a poet, but you wouldn't know it if you saw me on the street.You'd probably see the backpack which I always carry around and my torn up jeans with my graphic tee and think college kid. Well you'd be right. That bag is not filled with the things you'd think though. I have books of course but not school books. I have novels, chap books, magazines, and notebooks. You wouldn't think I was a poet. Unless you saw me inspired, notebook in hand pen to paper furiously scribbling, thoughts, capturing moments, or maybe you'd know I'm a poet if you saw me drunk on the T, gin in hand staring awestruck out the window, pondering on what life has to offer.
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Feb 2, 2011
Feb 2, 2011 at 10:08 AM UTC
Poets not so Poetic
I am a poet, but you wouldn't know it if you saw me on the street.You'd probably see the backpack which I always carry around and my torn up jeans with my graphic tee and think college kid. Well you'd be right. That bag is not filled with the things you'd think though. I have books of course but not school books. I have novels, chap books, magazines, and notebooks. You wouldn't think I was a poet. Unless you saw me inspired, notebook in hand pen to paper furiously scribbling, thoughts, capturing moments, or maybe you'd know I'm a poet if you saw me drunk on the T, gin in hand staring awestruck out the window, pondering on what life has to offer.
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Feb 2, 2011
Feb 2, 2011 at 10:08 AM UTC
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