Degenerate sons and daughters, Life is too strong for you— It takes life to love Life.
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Lo! he babbles of the fish-frys of long ago, Of the horse-races of long ago at Clary's Grove,...
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Genius is a bend in the creek where bright water has gathered, and which mirrors the trees, the sky and the banks. It just does that because it is there and the scenery is there. Talent is a fine mirror with a silver frame, with the name of the owner engraved on the back.
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by Spoon Rivergathering many a shell, And many a flower and medicinal weed—...
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I am Anne Rutledge who sleep beneath these weeds, Beloved in life of Abraham Lincoln,...
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The eye-balls were seared with a milky mucus; The madness of a dying soul...
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