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Jan 2015
The night I struggled to understand
every line of "Ode to a Nightingale"

is the night I learned what poetry is,
is the night I learned what a human is,

is the night I wept for reasons
that are dif
ficult
to ar
tic
u
lat
e.
Written by
Michael John Adams  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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