As a beauty I am not a star,
There are others more handsome by far;
But my face, I don't mind it
For I am behind it;
It's the people in front get the jar.
-ANTHONY EUWER-
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Paperback in Time
PoetrySo when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour The trumpet shall be heard on high, The dead shall live, the living die, And music shall untune the sky. -Dryden This book is an idea I've been wanting to do for awhile. It's bas...
