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Perhaps if I spend an hour—or at the most two hours, when I'm feeling really inspired—I'm done for the day and then there's the problem of what to do with the other...

poem about Australian adoption of 'level playing field'

Ode to Autumn
by John Keats

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
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By Paul Laurence Dunbar ‘T was three an’ thirty year ago, When I was ruther young, you know, I had my last an’ only fight About a gal one summer night. ‘T was me an’ Zekel Johnson; Zeke ‘N’...

John Gielgud in Prospero's Books

A Poem by Charles Bryant


Music and text both admirable,
concept intriguing, performance beyond reproach;
for...