Last night, as I read Book of Blues, I found a particular poem that I really really liked. In fact, Jack Kerouac's simple words resonated in me so clearly that I wrote down the piece (the 39th Chorus) on a sheet of paper and taped it to my wall next to my bed.
The annoying part was that as I kept reading I kept loving it. It actually wasn't annoying at all. Maybe that's just what it feels like when you read a really good book.
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jack kerouac is one of my favorite writers of all time
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