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You start by throwing things out packing things that will fit in a smaller place, selling stuff that won’t, ignoring the birds because the seed’s run out
Mrs. Ryan keeps her cat inside at… but lets it out at dawn to go anyw… while she’s at work. Every day the… crosses the road to call on the Wi… Mrs. Ryan doesn’t know her cat ca…
In our tent we hear whippoorwills happy to see dawn dismiss the night Donal Mahoney
Cardinals bicker and knock seed from the feeder. Doves parade below. Donal Mahoney
They were refugees, too, back in the Forties, settled in Chicago, learned English, some a lot, some a little,
I’m not saying my father hated the English, God forbid. If he were still alive, he’d hate to hear me say that. He’d correct me right away and say he didn’t hate the English. Truth be to...
I told my son now that he’s a father he has to be careful about what he says around his child. No swearing, of course,
The haberdasher has that season of the year he rids his racks, his bins of oddments. I have no season of the year
Before the Inauguration the man must divest himself of his stocks and bonds close every hotel he owns lay off hundreds of employees
The call comes in to the police station. It’s a small town and the voice at the library says “He’s at it again.”
Rhoda, I can’t say why Amanda was picked and not Tiffany for anchor of our Nightly News. I interviewed both because Mr. Smith wanted
Easter Brunch is a big deal in the metropolis where Fred lives… Restaurants run their ads Ash Wednesday through Good Frida… Years ago brunch began at 11
Strong man Samson told Delilah seven locks of hair were the secret of his strength
She could sing, dance, and act but picking a man was a problem. She didn’t complain or explain just worked hard for the money, an Unsinkable Molly Brown.
Three are known by name, Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael, but there are a zillion angels, pure spirits who have no wings like those we draw on Cherubim,