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Tuesday, July 18, 2017

I swear, for the poet, the cost of these words runs into money

A Talk with a Tax Collector:

Citizen tax collector!
                                        Excuse me for disturbing you.
Thank you...
                        don't bother...
                                                    I'll stand...
I have here
                    a business
                                        of a delicate nature:
about the place
                            of the poet
                                                in the workers society...

Vladimir Mayakovsky.


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