If you can't be the poet, be the poem. — David Carradine
If you can't be the poet, be the poem. — David Carradine
If you can't be the poet, be the poem. — David Carradine
If you can't be the poet, be the poem. — David Carradine
If you can't be the poet, be the poem. — David Carradine
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If you can't be the poet, be the poem.

— David Carradine
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