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You poetry reviewers sitting high on your opinions, placing us on your literary skewers. Stuffing us like turkeys, with synonyms and antonyms , forbidding all cliche's . You roast our images and tear us apart, then reject us by claiming "Your'e just not avant- garde." How can you really judge another one's art, when we open up our soul, to expose our heart? . Your words are harsh, and your critique vain. You write sadistic views to bring others down in pain. If we could have a glimpse inside your mind, we would all be shocked to see you're literarily blind.
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