(No matter what its level of technical excellence or thematic worth, modern academia hates poetry which rhymes, makes sense or appeals directly to the heart.
Read: They don’t have to be paid to explain it to you.)
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when one is a mozart
there are little salieris
around every damn where
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The poet/editor of this website is physically disabled, and lives at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level. Contributions may be made at:https://www.gofundme.com/are-you-a-patron-of-the-arts
