In third grade, I was a poet. An artist of simplicity...
"Across the field,
Up in the tree tops,
Down fall the colorful leaves of the trees."
Yeah, you're jealous of the budding talent that I had.
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"Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools, because they have to say something."
- Plato
- Plato
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