Give me your coppers
And I will show you
My book of flaws.
It takes brave men to open it
But dust will never cover it
I myself contribute daily
Gather excuses or humility
And heave the cover open
In the index find your name
See your sins in cursive
Badness exquisitely bordered
Don't your shames look pretty?
Give me your coppers
And I will show you
My enormous book of flaws.
But give me dollars
And I will show you
A book so large
It is lit by stars...
Get the eBook. Read:
The Book of Beauty.
You have a chapter
All to yourself.
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