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A Wednesday Quote By Ray Bradbury

Monday burn Millay, Wednesday Whitman, Friday Faulkner, burn 'em to ashes, then burn the ashes. That's our official slogan.

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Author Ray Bradbury
Profession: Screen writer, Author
Nationality: American
Born: 1920

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