What does "poet laureate" mean? Nothing. It means a person with laurel branches twined around his head. Which is not som — Nicholson Baker
What does "poet laureate" mean? Nothing. It means a person with laurel branches twined around his head. Which is not som — Nicholson Baker
What does "poet laureate" mean? Nothing. It means a person with laurel branches twined around his head. Which is not som — Nicholson Baker
What does "poet laureate" mean? Nothing. It means a person with laurel branches twined around his head. Which is not som — Nicholson Baker
What does "poet laureate" mean? Nothing. It means a person with laurel branches twined around his head. Which is not som — Nicholson Baker
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What does "poet laureate" mean? Nothing. It means a person with laurel branches twined around his head. Which is not something people do much now.

— Nicholson Baker
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