I do not like poems that resemble hay compressed into a geometrically perfect cube. I like it when the hay, unkempt, uncombed, with dry berries mixed in it, thrown together gaily and freely, bounces along atop some truck-and more, if there are some lovely and healthy lasses atop the hay-and better yet if the branches catch at the hay, and some of it tumbles to the road.
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I wasn't really looking to attack or to assert myself. I think we had a lot of things we could take advantage of, and we did that. We had them right where we wanted them, just a couple of bounces didn't go our way.
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The one who complains about the way the ball bounces is likely the one who dropped it
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Don't measure a man's success by how high he climbs but how high he bounces when he hits bottom.
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Those who complain about the way the ball bounces are often the ones who dropped it.
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