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Advice: A Book of Poems

This book is a compilation of poems that delve into themes of advice, introspection, and life lessons. more

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Maxwell Bodenheim
Maxwell Bodenheim

Maxwell Bodenheim was an American poet known for his unique style and profound insights into modern life. His works are characterized by satire and humor, exploring themes of love, death, and social issues. more

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“I think continually of those who were truly great . Who, from the womb, remembered the soul 's history Through corridors of light where the hours are suns , Endless and singing. Whose lovely ambition Was that their lips, still touched with fire , Should tell of the spirit clothed from head to foot in song .”

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