Who reads poetry? You don't read that these days unless your English professor asks you to review one or write one and you don't know how the hell do you write that--I mean a really good one that'll swoon your teacher.Today is when most of us spend our precious time tapping our phones (oops! smartphones, I mean) and the scene of flapping the pages of a hardbound Shakespeare is just so out of this world. Smartphones and skinny jeans will come and go, but my love for poetry and writing is staying for a long time, probably until I can no longer tell when my birthday is. God is too good he gave me this lovable brain that comprehends "love" in so many ways. For literature, for poetry, for writing, I'll forever be a servant and a fan.
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