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When I Was Young, I Was So Interested In Baseball That My Family Was Afraid I'd Waste My Life And Be A Pitcher. Later They Were Afraid I'd Waste My Life And Be A Poet. They Were Right.

Nothing Is Quite Honest That Is Not Commercial, But Not Everything Commercial Is Honest.

Butterflies...flowers That Fly And All But Sing.

Ants Are A Curious Race

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