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Come with me down the ladder of success a few steps to a snowflake in the wintertime, not to borrow from Robert Frost, to see Miss Merry Christmas with her white muffler and her grin like Jacqueline Onassis. We'll find some competent people to climb that slippery, slimy, scratchy, stogie ladder of success with sweat, blood, and tears, to borrow from Winston Churchill
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Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 2:56 PM UTC
My Mother Compared me to Ogden Nash in poetry, my Father to Edgar Allen Poe - (they both has English degrees prett much)
Come with me down the ladder of success a few steps to a snowflake in the wintertime, not to borrow from Robert Frost, to see Miss Merry Christmas with her white muffler and her grin like Jacqueline Onassis. We'll find some competent people to climb that slippery, slimy, scratchy, stogie ladder of success with sweat, blood, and tears, to borrow from Winston Churchill
Charles Sturies
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Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 2:56 PM UTC
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