and unlike most great men he really looked like one. Six-foot-eight, big frame, and a big white beard and a shock of white hair, a booming voice, so he loomed over you like a prophet and a preacher, which is what he was.
from Garrison Keillor: A Prairie Home Companion: Bill Holm: 1943-2009
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April 5, 1974
by Richard Wilbur
The air was soft, the ground still cold.
from Garrison Keillor: The Writer's Almanac: April 5, 1974 by Richard Wilbur
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Bridal Shower
by George Bilgere
Perhaps, in a distant café,
from Garrison Keillor: The Writer's Almanac: Bridal Shower
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The Cross of Snow
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In the long, sleepless watches of the night,
from Garrison Keillor: The Writer's Almanac: The Cross of Snow by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Late Winter Rains
by Amber Coverdale Sumrall
When the rains finally start they do not stop.
from Garrison Keillor: The Writer's Almanac: Late Winter Rains by Amber Coverdale Sumrall
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Sleeping Next to the Man on the Plane
by Ellen Bass
I'm not well. Neither is he.
from Garrison Keillor: The Writer's Almanac: Sleeping Next to the Man on the Plane by Ellen Bass
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What I Believe
by Michael Blumenthal
I believe there is no justice,
from Garrison Keillor: The Writer's Almanac: What I Believe by Michael Blumenthal
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Zero
by George Bilgere
First it was five above, then two,
from Garrison Keillor: The Writer's Almanac: Zero by George Bilgere
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