Ah, if I was born a hundred years ago I believe I would have been a poet.
I would have written pages of things so beautiful that people would not have believed I wrote it.
things that come, things that go, things that live, things that died
things that go unremembered and for which none have shed a tear or cried
things of beauty uncompared,
things of great mysteries not yet shared,
things that make you laugh,
things that make you cry,
Yes, these things I would like to write about before I die
and be thus remembered by
-J. Thomas Schutzman
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