Letras

You have persuaded me of this
This moment's mine to miss
By sitting quiet
I yield to all the men
I have to take a stand
Find a way to force your hand
If you don't publish, here's what happens then
 
In Chicago, rumor's spreading
About a coming wedding
Armitage and Plinth, forever more
They want me to announce it, glowing
At a party they are throwing
But first I'll throw myself
From the Plaza's fourteenth floor!
Rosamund!
Good day, Mr. Seavering
Rosamund!
John!
Let me go, Gidger!
Listen to me!
These pages are from books
On a range of subjects
What's your point?
Now take a moment
Til your vision clears
At first, I was perplexed
Because I couldn't parse the text
But these books are from the next one hundred years!
What?!
These books are from the future
These books are from the future!
Written by: Eric Price, Will Reynolds
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