There was an Old Person of Tartary,
Who divided his jugular artery;
But he screeched to his wife,
And she said, 'Oh, my life!
Your death will be felt by all Tartary!'
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A society grows great when old men plant trees whose shade they know they shall never sit in.
by Eileen MylesI was born in Boston in
1949. I never wanted
this fact to be known, in
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half of my adult life
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