The only way to do something in depth is to work hard.
On Facebook, your past comes into your present when someone from your second grade class suddenly pops up to send you a message, and your future is being manipulated by what Facebook knows to put in front of you next.
The good poet sticks to his real loves, those within the realm of possibility. He never tries to hold hands with God or the human race.
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