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Deftly They Opened The Brain Of A Child, And It Was Full Of Flying Dreams.

We Have To Learn How To Live With Our Frailties. The Best People I Know Are Inadequate And Unashamed.

An Old Poet Ought Never To Be Caught With His Technique Showing.

It Is My Heart That's Late, It Is My Song That's Flown.

My Mother Never Forgave My Father