A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses. — Jean Cocteau
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses. — Jean Cocteau
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses. — Jean Cocteau
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses. — Jean Cocteau
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses. — Jean Cocteau
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses. — Jean Cocteau
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses. — Jean Cocteau
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses. — Jean Cocteau
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses. — Jean Cocteau
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses. — Jean Cocteau
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses. — Jean Cocteau
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses. — Jean Cocteau
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses. — Jean Cocteau
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses. — Jean Cocteau
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses. — Jean Cocteau
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses. — Jean Cocteau
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses. — Jean Cocteau
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses. — Jean Cocteau
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses. — Jean Cocteau
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses. — Jean Cocteau
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses. — Jean Cocteau
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses. — Jean Cocteau
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses. — Jean Cocteau
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses. — Jean Cocteau
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses. — Jean Cocteau
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses. — Jean Cocteau
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses. — Jean Cocteau
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses. — Jean Cocteau
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses. — Jean Cocteau
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses. — Jean Cocteau
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A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.

— Jean Cocteau
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