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- Autorius: Stephen Donald Huff
- Leidėjas: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Metai: 2017
- Puslapiai: 256
- ISBN-10: 1545250871
- ISBN-13: 9781545250877
- Formatas: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1.4 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Kalba: Anglų
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Incongruity, in all its fine, reeking regalia, found a place in my young, fertile heart, so all the while thereafter my struggle was one of difference, for the greater scheme of things is an endeavor to know that which is unknown. On having come to understand a thing previously incomprehensible, luster fades, its draw recedes, and that thing, like a coin in a collection, is put away, to be occasionally admired but mostly forgotten; so, it is named a possession, and is no longer counted among desires.Song is either the progenitor or most favored partner of poetry; either may be spoken or sung. For better or worse, the vast bulk of it is scat, the mere fodder of time, which already piles miles deep beneath our feet. One day, it will inevitably pile high above our rotting bones.
- Autorius: Stephen Donald Huff
- Leidėjas: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Metai: 2017
- Puslapiai: 256
- ISBN-10: 1545250871
- ISBN-13: 9781545250877
- Formatas: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1.4 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Kalba: Anglų
Incongruity, in all its fine, reeking regalia, found a place in my young, fertile heart, so all the while thereafter my struggle was one of difference, for the greater scheme of things is an endeavor to know that which is unknown. On having come to understand a thing previously incomprehensible, luster fades, its draw recedes, and that thing, like a coin in a collection, is put away, to be occasionally admired but mostly forgotten; so, it is named a possession, and is no longer counted among desires.Song is either the progenitor or most favored partner of poetry; either may be spoken or sung. For better or worse, the vast bulk of it is scat, the mere fodder of time, which already piles miles deep beneath our feet. One day, it will inevitably pile high above our rotting bones.
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