I've been resisting watching Dead Poets Society. For forever. I tell my wife it's because I don't like hearing about Dead Poets. Really, it's because I know one of the boys dies somehow, and I haven't felt up for that. But now I suppose I'll have to watch, as a kind of goodbye.
I don't like goodbyes.
I don't like wet eyes.
But it's not like the blues
let you choose.
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