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You and me both! And as: You and me both! And as scratch paper we used legal size yellow ruled pads. 

Everything is not about: Everything is not about intellect but probably more about heart and passion in fusion with smarts of sorts

However my first fear would: However my first fear would be that I couldn't keep up, due to the vast gap I have of intellectual inferiority in comparing where we stand on the food-chain, and thereby either foolishly embarress myself like usual or reluctantly cower under the recognition of my surfaced stupidity. That being said, I suppose as a concept to conquer these qualms I can consider myself a student of sorts. The choice is yours.

It does indeed!: It does indeed!

Here is the link to that: Here is the link to that response poem: https://postpoems.org/authors/redbrick/poem/1127489 Hope it does justice

Short, unvarnished, and wry;: Short, unvarnished, and wry; much like a quick word shared between coworkers at the end of a grueling shift. It distills a working-class voice down to its bluntest truth: “Alls I wanna do... is / Crack open a couple-a / Cold ones.” The poetic speaker owns their exhaustion and doesn’t dress it up. In fact, the closing line: “So pardon poor quality” is a cheeky nod to the poem’s own rough edges, as if the poem apologizes for being a poem at all; that’s where the power lives. This poem doesn't strive for perfection; it leans into the sweat, the slang, and the syntax of the shift floor. It says, “Here I am, tired and tipsy, and this is still art.” There’s a subtle defiance in that simplicity. The poetic speaker may be too beat down to wax lyrical, but the act of writing (even poorly) is a kind of claim to space, to voice, to survival. Labourers of the world, Unite!