I don’t know. Poets are always taking the weather so personally. They’re always sticking their emotions in things that have no emotions.
J.D. Salinger “Teddy” Nine Stories. Bantam (1968) p. 185
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I don’t know. Poets are always taking the weather so personally. They’re always sticking their emotions in things that have no emotions.
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