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His stories were dubious: brought up by wolves, rode upon on the back of Great White across the Atlantic. Base-jumped off Mount Rainier wearing only a jock-strap in winter. His pals would smile knowingly, accepted his every wild exaggeration, for after all he was a poet.

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Date: 5/22/2022 6:47:00 PM
Like Don Quixote he dreams of worthy adventures. Indeed he is a poet. I like your writing! Thanks.
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