A Man Who Had Fallen Among Thieves

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Hate Blows A Bubble Of Despair Into Hugeness World System Universe And Bang -fear Buries A Tomorrow Under Woe And Up Comes Yesterday Most Green And Young

Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond

Writingis An Art; And Artistsare Human Beings. As A Human Being Stands, So A Human Being Is

I Remember We All Cried Like The Missouri When My Uncle Sol's Coffin Lurched Because Somebody Pressed A Button (and Down Went My Uncle Sol And Started A Worm Farm)