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In our language rhyme is a barrel. A barrel of dynamite. The line is a fuse. The line smoulders to the end and explodes and the town is blown sky-high in a stanza.
Vladimir Mayakovsky
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Vladimir Mayakovsky
Age: 36 †
Born: 1893
Born: July 19
Died: 1930
Died: April 14
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