When I was four, I just wanted to drive, I collected toy cars. Where does that sort of thing come from? In hindsight you go, 'Oh, liked it because of this.' Maybe it's just the wheel.
I hated high school. I didn't have any friends because I didn't fit in.
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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