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Words Seem So Futile, So Feeble. You Are All Such Lovely, Beautiful People ... Thank You.

Have Them All Shot. I Don't Want Any Of My Workers Dissatisfied.

Why Should Poetry Have To Make Sense?

I Don't Think The Real America Is In New York Or On The Pacific Coast; Personally, I Like The Middle West Much Better, Places Like North And South Dakota, Minneapolis And Saint Paul. There, I Think, Are The True Americans

Dictators Free Themselves, But They Enslave The People!