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Take A Writer Away From His Typewriter And All You Have Left Is The Sickness Which Started Him Typing In The Beginning

I Have Seen Too Many Men Wilt And Go Silly Under A Little Light, And Then They Continue To Write And Get Published, Turning Out Pure Crap Under A Name That Has Become A Bad Habit. The Next Poem Is All That Counts. You Can't Stand On Past Poems.

If It Doesn't Come Bursting Out Of You In Spite Of Everything, Don’t Do It.

The Free Soul Is Rare, But You Know It When You See It

There's Nothing Unusual About Love.