dawning uphill a poet’s path was, confessed choice happy a poet, choos — Mary Karr

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it was dawning on me how uphill a poet's path was, and I confessed to her that if I had to be the choice between being happy or being a poet, I'd choose to be happy.

Mary Karr

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