I’ve tried to read
E. E. Cummings
And as an author
I cannot speak ill of the read,
But as a reader
He writes suddenly, without thinking,
And I mostly go unfed.
I’ve tried to read
E. E. Cummings
And as an author
I cannot speak ill of the read,
But as a reader
He writes suddenly, without thinking,
And I mostly go unfed.
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