White, Gail

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Our enemies have refusedto bargain. We have been givenno choice. If we lay down our armswe may never see them again. Honordictates a quick solution. For these reasonswe have decided to fight the last fight.Where mystery ends, forgetfulness begins.Give up your search. You don't knowwhat you're looking for. No,don't listen to me, keep looking,who knows what you'll find. On the other sideof this province lies an oceanic playground.Take it or leave it. But be serious.—  richard snyderVancouver, B.C., CanadaEpigramsIThe difference between childhood & maturity is the love of money & the fear of death.IIThe thrill of not being pregnant is comparable only to the thrill of not being killed in mortal combat.IIIWhile I am typingdon't look too closeover my shoulderthese poemsare my maidenheadyou are parting the hairArthurHe never sold his paintings even though they're pretty good I asked why not?He saidI like to see them If I sell one it's gone You're lucky that way being a poetYou can sell and keep too Well Inever thought of it that waybut it's a pretty consoling thought if I sell one.—  Gail WhiteNew Orleans, LA16

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