I was in Portland – Oregon, last summer, when I met a young poet at the local farmers’ market. He was offering his art to the people.
“What would you like to listen?”, he asked. “Poems of love, revenge, deception, bad experiences with women?”
Please bear with my English. It's NOT my mother tongue, but it's probably better than Google Translator, for a few more years, at least.
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