PoemAs I sit looking out of a window of the building I wish I did not have to write the instruction manual on the uses of a new metal. I look down into the street and see people, each walking with an inner peace, And envy them-they are so far away from me! Not one of them has to worry about getting out this manual on schedule.John AshberyThe Instruction Manual · 1956★ 5.0
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