When I die, do not put over my grave a tombstone. Instead pay a drunk in booze to spend each day at the foot of my grave reciting my poetry.
Loudly. Very, very loudly.
When I die, do not put over my grave a tombstone. Instead pay a drunk in booze to spend each day at the foot of my grave reciting my poetry.
Loudly. Very, very loudly.
Brian Marggraf, Author of Dream Brother: A Novel, Independent publishing advocate, New York City dweller
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