by William Butler YeatsWe sat together at one summer's end,
from Garrison Keillor: The Writer's Almanac: Adam's Curse by William Butler Yeats
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Cold Poem
by Jim Harrison
A cold has put me on the fritz, said Eugene O'Neill,
from Garrison Keillor: The Writer's Almanac: Cold Poem by Jim Harrison
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The Meaning of Life
by Nancy Fitzgerald
There is a moment just before
from Garrison Keillor: The Writer's Almanac: The Meaning of Life by Nancy Fitzgerald
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New York Notes
by Harvey Shapiro
1. Caught on a side street in heavy traffic, I said to the cabbie, I should have
from Garrison Keillor: The Writer's Almanac: New York Notes by Harvey Shapiro
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Ode on My Mother's Handwriting
by Barbara Hamby
Her a's are like small rolls warm from the oven, yeasty,
from Garrison Keillor: The Writer's Almanac: Ode on My Mother's Handwriting by Barbara Hamby
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Ode to the Potato
by Barbara Hamby
"They eat a lot of French fries here," my mother
from Garrison Keillor: The Writer's Almanac: Ode to the Potato by Barbara Hamby
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Suburban Bison
by James Tate
Joshua and I had decided to go bowling.
from Garrison Keillor: The Writer's Almanac: Suburban Bison by James Tate
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