In My Youth I Was a Tireless Dancer (Edward Dorn Poem)
But now I pass graveyards in a car. The dead lie, unsuperstitiously, with their feet toward me-- please forgive me ...
But now I pass graveyards in a car. The dead lie, unsuperstitiously, with their feet toward me-- please forgive me ...
The Candidate, answering a question about El Salvador, generalized by saying he thought we should support human rights everywhere they ...
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