A writing student approached his writing instructor, humbly.
"Teacher, what must I do to become a great poet?" the youth asked.
The writing instructor plucked his frames and rubbed out smudges from
the glass. When he replaced them, he bored holes through his
student's face.
"First," he spat emphatically, "you must love WORDS."
Writers write.
Writers, write!
"Teacher, what must I do to become a great poet?" the youth asked.
The writing instructor plucked his frames and rubbed out smudges from
the glass. When he replaced them, he bored holes through his
student's face.
"First," he spat emphatically, "you must love WORDS."
Writers write.
Writers, write!
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