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Gone are the days when good and great poems were taught and appreciated.

“I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree…” This seems to be the only piece that is familiar to a lot of motorists as they travel through the highways. I used to write poetry. And the day I started my role as news editor for my college paper I stopped doing it. While there seems to be a slight surge in poetry in certain circles how I still hope that more people would take it seriously.

It’s not easy to write poetry and it’s not easy to understand it.

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