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I stand on the sidewalk watching it because the responsibility is mine and I must, I take a very firm hold on the handles of the baby carriage and I wheel it into the traffic.
I have crushed the cup of youth like a rose between my fingers but its nectar never warmed my weary heart.
Dave Anderson, Writer (1929) |
Sydney Carter, Poet (1915) |
Emanuel Celler, Politician (1888) |
Jeffery Deaver, Writer (1950) |
Martin Delany, Soldier (1812) |
Randall Jarrell, Poet (1914) |
William Jay, Clergyman (1769) |
L. Frank Baum, Author (1919) |
William Allen Egan, Politician (1984) |
B. C. Forbes, Journalist (1954) |
Bret Harte, Author (1902) |