Last night, I had a dream. I was placed into a poetry class and my professor happened to be Leonard Cohen. I tried so hard to get across how much his poetry and his music meant to me, but he failed me. He not only failed me, he handed me a piece of paper that said F-. Why doesn’t Leonard Cohen love me?
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