Yellow, Blue, Brown, Red: A Collection of Essays, Poems, and Short Stories |
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There was a time when I had to look around before I belted a story likely to raise the eyebrows of matrons because the young things were within earshot . Here is one story that I have not tired of , nor my listeners , who seem to find ...
There was a time when I had to look around before I belted a story likely to raise the eyebrows of matrons because the young things were within earshot . Here is one story that I have not tired of , nor my listeners , who seem to find ...
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Some of the young girls walked as if they carried in their shoes all the cares they had in the world . The others , in smart abbreviated dresses fashionable at the time , picked their way gingerly in a conscious effort not to stir up ...
Some of the young girls walked as if they carried in their shoes all the cares they had in the world . The others , in smart abbreviated dresses fashionable at the time , picked their way gingerly in a conscious effort not to stir up ...
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The young moon was still bright and shining . The stars sparkled and seemed to wink knowingly at each other , but the sky was now marred by thin gray blotches of clouds . The young woman turned to her companion .
The young moon was still bright and shining . The stars sparkled and seemed to wink knowingly at each other , but the sky was now marred by thin gray blotches of clouds . The young woman turned to her companion .
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Take It Easy Learn to Look and Listen | 12 |
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