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The fog comes on little cat feet.
Carl Sandburg
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Carl Sandburg
Age: 89 †
Born: 1878
Born: January 6
Died: 1967
Died: July 22
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I am still studying verbs and the mystery of how they connect nouns. I am more suspicious of adjectives than at any other time in all my born days.
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Money is power, freedom, a cushion, the root of all evil, the sum of blessings.
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Man is a long time coming. Man will yet win. Brother may yet line up with brother: This old anvil laughs at many broken hammers.There are men who can't be bought.
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To work hard, to live hard, to die hard, and then go to hell after all would be too damned hard.
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