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Hold back the edges of your gowns, Ladies, we are going through hell.
Flowers which as in a dream at sunset I watered faithfully not knowing how much I loved them.
Two diamonds in the hand one Poetry one Charity
fiends in our government have invented a cold-turkey cure for addiction as obsolete as the Defense Early Warning Radar System. I am the defense early warning radar system I see nothing but bombs
What can I do to Heaven by pounding on Typewriter
No point writing when the spirit doth not lead
