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Nor was it his great and almost constant tumescence, which his grey polyester pants could never quite sufficiently hide.
But as a profound poet trying to make a comfortable living I can’t really trouble myself about that fit audience though few. . . . Were I to start thinking about poetry in the social context, I’d be sliding down that slippery slope toward place, limits, and liberty. And then what? Localism? God help us!
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