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O
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<p>"I thought that heaven was free from toil,<br />
But your letter says you till the soil.<br />
Yet, if you have such wonderful air,<br />
Where is heaven if not out there?"
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F
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<p>"Idiot! Ought to have put on my rubbers. Well--too late now," she observed, as she started the engine.
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T
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<p>"If yo' faith go to shakin' an' yo' go to slippin',<br />
Jus' read de Good Book without no skippin',<br />
De dev'l am swif', but yo' stick to yo' Maker,<br />
Yo' can beat him to glory in de Six Studebaker."
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O
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<p>"If your highways all are paved so grand,<br />
And stars so bright o'er all the land,<br />
The mountain streams beyond compare,<br />
Then surely heaven must be out there."
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F
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<p>"No. I'm quite all right. I did feel frightfully strong-minded as long as there was any use of it. It kept me going. But now I might just as well be cheerful, because we're stuck, and we're probably going to stay stuck for the rest of this care-free summer day."
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A
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<p>"Not on your life," retorted the plucky automobilist; into the carriage I jumped, he pulled the lever and off we went. The course led up a hill, but there was enough bottom to the sand to give the wheels a purchase and from the hill summit we forged down into the valley where the country was comparatively level. Nothing in sight but sage brush and sand, sand and sage brush.
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C
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<p>"O mother, I know the heart of you," I sang passing the rim of a nun's bonnet—O white curtains—and people clean as the prayers of Jesus here in the faded ramshackle at Congress and Green.
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O
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<p>"The rising sun you say is fine,<br />
And the early morning like red wine.<br />
To be sure," he said, "I must declare,<br />
From what you write me heaven is there."
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C
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<p>"We never would have gotten this far if we did," Fred answered.
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F
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<p>"Well, anyway, most men would be cussing. You acquire merit by not beating me. I believe that's done, in moments like this. If you'd like, I'll get out and crawl around in the mud, and play turtle for you."
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<p>"Yes. But don't mind me. You're doing very well," her father sighed.
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O
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<p>"You say it's filled with those who play,<br />
And more are coming every day,<br />
Yet, there is always room to spare.<br />
Please tell me more of heaven out there."
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T
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<p>"lf yo' read de Book fo' to get yo' light,<br />
Yo' can dodge de ol' dev'l an' keep out o' sight.<br />
Jus' read fo' to keep from makin' colleesions,<br />
'Bout Paul with his 'pistle after the 'Phesians."
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<p>"—Recorders ages hence"—ah, syllables of faith!<br />
Walt, tell me, Walt Whitman, if infinity<br />
Be still the same as when you walked the beach<br />
Near Paumanok—your lone patrol—and heard the wraith<br />
Through surf, its bird note there a long time falling...<br />
For you, the panoramas and this breed of towers,<br />
Of you—the theme that's statured in the cliff,<br />
O Saunterer on free ways still ahead!<br />
Not this our empire yet, but labyrinth<br />
Wherein your eyes, like the Great Navigator's without ship,<br />
Gleam from the great stones of each prison crypt<br />
Of canyoned traffic... Confronting the Exchange,<br />
Surviving in a world of stocks,—they also range<br />
Across the hills where second timber strays<br />
Back over Connecticut farms, abandoned pastures,—<br />
Sea eyes and tidal, undenying, bright with myth!
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D
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<p>& every now & then my<br />
wonderful<br />
friend dominic depaola
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<p>& mrs dominic washed his sweet
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<p>& you as remote now as that range<br />
radiating heat not holding it<br />
the buttes rainstormed but instant dryers<br />
i remember you like opera
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A
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<p> “Fourteen! You say so!<br />
I can remember when I wore fourteen.<br />
And come to think I must have back at home<br />
More than a hundred collars, size fourteen.<br />
Too bad to waste them all. You ought to have them.<br />
They’re yours and welcome; let me send them to you.<br />
What makes you stand there on one leg like that?<br />
You’re not much furtherer than where Kike left you,<br />
You act as if you wished you hadn’t come.<br />
Sit down or lie down, friend; you make me nervous.”
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D
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<p> O I was too good to you oblivion old kid that’s all<br />
and when I might have told you<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 16em;">to go ahead and croak yourselflike</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 16em;">you was always threatening you was</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 16em;">going to do</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 21em;">I didn’t</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 21em;">I said go on you inter-</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 21em;">est me</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 21em;">I let you hang around</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 21em;">and whimper</span><br />
and I’ve been getting mine<br />
Listen
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K
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<p>'Twas loves young dream possessed the two,<br />
The thing that once got hold of you,<br />
We smiled, we did not have the heart<br />
To cause the two to pull apart.
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