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To claim, at a dead party, to have spotted a grackle, When in fact you haven't of late, can do no harm.

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Richard Wilbur
Age: 96 †
Born: 1921
Born: March 1
Died: 2017
Died: October 14
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Columbus and his men, they say, Conveyed the virus hither Whereby my features rot away And vital powers wither Yet had they not traversed the seas And come infected back, Why, think of all the luxuries That modern life would lack.
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Step off assuredly into the blank of your mind. Something will come to you.
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