Poetry. Not Poultry.
I would like to make something clear.
This is very important to me.
Last week was the third or fourth time someone asked me about my interest in poultry. This is now worrying me because how many people in this word think that I am into such beings? I look back and think of the confused looks I’ve received whenever I’ve mentioned what I’m into. Maybe it’s because I speak quiet softly, but still…
…I ain’t into chickens.
I’m into Poetry.
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