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October 2, 2025

What is a modern Poet’s fate?
To write his thoughts upon a slate;—
The Critic spits on what is done,—
Gives it a wipe,—and all is gone.

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Thought:

“Supernatural, perhaps. Baloney… perhaps not.”

Bela Lugosi | The Black Cat

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