Tendrías que volver a nacer para conseguir ser poeta.
Vuelve a nacer, anda.
No me queda nada claro por qué quieres ser poeta.
Tus versos a mano son malos. Tus versos a mano los rompo en mil pedazos.
Hago confeti con tus poemas.
Y grito como un loco. Y bailo un poco.
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