No man of the people, I wouldn’t be caught dead with none of y’all “Don’t call me again” what I’ll say when you call
“Though leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun; Now I may wither into the truth.”
W. B. Yeats | “The Coming of Wisdom with Time”
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