Poetry is all nouns and verbs. — Marianne Moore
Poetry is all nouns and verbs. — Marianne Moore
Poetry is all nouns and verbs. — Marianne Moore
Poetry is all nouns and verbs. — Marianne Moore
Poetry is all nouns and verbs. — Marianne Moore
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Poetry is all nouns and verbs.

— Marianne Moore
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