The poet drafts his work as a writer but edits it as a sculptor, with his pen as a chisel and his mind a hammer. — Agona Apell, The Success Genome Unravelled: Turning Men from Rot to Rock
The poet drafts his work as a writer but edits it as a sculptor, with his pen as a chisel and his mind a hammer. — Agona Apell, The Success Genome Unravelled: Turning Men from Rot to Rock
The poet drafts his work as a writer but edits it as a sculptor, with his pen as a chisel and his mind a hammer. — Agona Apell, The Success Genome Unravelled: Turning Men from Rot to Rock
The poet drafts his work as a writer but edits it as a sculptor, with his pen as a chisel and his mind a hammer. — Agona Apell, The Success Genome Unravelled: Turning Men from Rot to Rock
The poet drafts his work as a writer but edits it as a sculptor, with his pen as a chisel and his mind a hammer. — Agona Apell, The Success Genome Unravelled: Turning Men from Rot to Rock
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The poet drafts his work as a writer but edits it as a sculptor, with his pen as a chisel and his mind a hammer.

— Agona Apell, The Success Genome Unravelled: Turning Men from Rot to Rock
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