Right (hiccup!) you (hiccup, belch) are (hiccup!)!
I either bake my poems into bricks or carve my poems on marble like The Deeds of the Deified Augustus were carved, which still remain in Greek and Latin forms long after (hic) the papyrus scrolls (belch) and parchment (barf) codices (more beer, here) rotted to pre-electronic (urp) dust.
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