I Think Of Language As Our First

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Poetry Is A Kind Of Distilled Insinuation. It's A Way Of Expanding And Talking Around An Idea Or A Question. Sometimes, More Actually Gets Said Through Such A Technique Than A Full Frontal Assault.

Poets Are Seen As The Caretakers Of Language, So Working With Words No Matter What The Form Is What We Do.

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