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The greatest cunning is to have none at all.

Carl Sandburg

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Carl Sandburg
Age: 89 †
Born: 1878
Born: January 6
Died: 1967
Died: July 22
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Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, if the women don't get you then the whiskey must.
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I've written some poetry I don't understand myself.
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Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes.
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What is there more of in the world than anything else? Ends.
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It is necessary now and then for a man to go away by himself and experience loneliness to sit on a rock in the forest and to ask of himself, 'Who am I, and where have I been, and where am I going?'...If one is not careful, one allows diversions to take up one's time-the stuff of life
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If I added to their pride of America, I am happy.
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