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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 go of me, 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? What?! These books are from the future These books are from the future!
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