When I was in Toronto for Christmas I found a copy of this Leonard Cohen book of poetry in an old box of my Mothers. I wasted no time and quickly threw it in my bag. Without a doubt I deserved it more. The whole thing is beautiful. Printed in 1974. But my bastard conscience caught up with me. I confessed my robbery. But it’s O.K. I am now simply borrowing it……Forever.
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