Don't use the phone. People are never ready to answer it. Use poetry.
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I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another til I drop.
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...Cody is furiously explaining to his little son Tim 'Never let the right hand know what your left hand is doing'...Page 100.
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In winter night Massachusetts Street is dismal, the ground's frozen cold, the ruts and pock holes have ice, thin snow slides over the jagged black cra...
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He lived with his mother, father and sister; had a room of his own, with the fourth-floor windows staring on seas of rooftops and the glitter of winte...
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Love is bitter, death is sweet.
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I'd rather be thin than famousbut I'm fatpaste that in your broadway show
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...and I realized no matter what you do it’s bound to be a waste of time in the end so you might as well go mad.
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And the Hippos were boiled in their tanks!
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I sit down and say, and I run all my friends and relatives and enemies one by one in this, without entertaining any angers or gratitudes or anything, ...
