I'm sitting in my room reading some workshop pieces for my creative writing class. Today's batch of poems kind of makes me feel ashamed. I suck!
The funny thing. . . here I am critiquing this stuff with comments like "the flow of this poem moves in interesting directions providing the reader with insightful glances into the human condition," and I realized that I don't know what the green blazes I am talking about. I don't even like poetry!
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