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A poem by ee cummings I read during the Garden Party to wide critical acclaim.
goodby Betty,don’t remember me
pencil your eyes dear and have a good time
with the tall tight boys at Tabari’
s,keep your teeth snowy, stick to beer and lime,
wear dark,and where your meeting breasts are round
have roses darling,it’s all i ask of you—
but that [...]
Labo(u)r Day
Labor Day. The average American may regard this holiday as the first sign of autumn, an indicator that he can no longer don his halcyon frocks of summer.
The US Department of Labor believes that on this day, “it is appropriate that the nation pay tribute to the creator of so much of the nation’s strength, [...]
