a day of rest
The Day of Rest
So, it is another Sunday morning
after a restless night, dreaming about
a manuscript I couldn't find
I have many manuscripts, but the problem is
to be unknown, publishers want
money up front
Last time I sent a manuscript for a book
The publishers said it was great
I paid 400 euros, which I called great, but
The publisher has vanished and does
not answer my calls
I will remain unknown and asleep
I used to type my words, but now
Everything is stored in my computer
That is a bonus, no need to look
at my work, except dreaming about it
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