Breaking the Montana Mold Department
The filiation games continue. . . :
You are Arthur Rimbaud - a vital, cannon-changing
poet with a flare for tantrums. You tend to
write in a fever, and have a liking for the
disordered mind. Do't expect people to
understand you, for you are ahead of your time.
Which Dead Poet Are You?
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