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The Long, Slow Decline of the American Middle Class, Pt. 1
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The Long, Slow Decline of the American Middle Class, Pt. 2
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Afternoon in the Garden of Not-So-Bad and Meh
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The Boys 2
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Super Extra Monkey Toes
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If I stop moving...
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Countin' flowers on the wall...
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marking time
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Behind Blue Eyes
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Lovely day for a Guinness
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I like these cold, gray winter* days. Days like these let you savor a bad mood.
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People ask me what I do in winter when there's no baseball. I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring.
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new eyes
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And as I watch the drops of rain weave their weary paths and die, I know that I am like the rain: there but for the grace of you go I.
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concerning human understanding
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union bus station
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He felt oddly disconnected now, as if he had somehow become a tourist in his own life.