A man who keeps a diary, pays
Due toll to many tedious days;
But life becomes eventful–then
His busy hand forgets the pen.
Most books, indeed, are records less
Of fulness than of emptiness.
A man who keeps a diary, pays
Due toll to many tedious days;
But life becomes eventful–then
His busy hand forgets the pen.
Most books, indeed, are records less
Of fulness than of emptiness.
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