A PLEA TO THE FEW READERS

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Let my art outlive my pitiful existence
Let THEM be remembered not me
I poured my soul into them
They are the ones with life
They are the ones with value
My name means nothing
The books are the ones who have something to say
Dismiss the bloke who's name you see in front

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