"what do you wanna be when you grow up?"
"I'd be a poet. Sitting under my willow trees all year around. A Spring wonderlust in my head, a sparkle in my eye. Scribbling lines of bad poetry on an index card for some editor to publish in my next anthology."
" That is a dreamers world"
" but where would the world be without dreamers?"
" or poets?"
~ Mindy to Mindy
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