Photo of my love by John Durgee, soon to be found at durgee.com. "Sorry Julia," says John.
Modern moment, or what I did on Saturday night. I listened, and I loved Adam's Castle, too, but I must confess: I was dreaming of running home to Daisy Fay and James Gatz. Or less than running, strolling, maybe with a sneaky, late-night treat.
Lover, gold-hatted, high-bouncing lover,
I must have you!
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There couldn't be a more perfect instrument for Jezebel's love. Black and beautiful - so cool!
and while I'm still oggling, will he be taking that spaceship to the West sometime this year? We definitely need the liveness out here
Ah, James Gatz and Daisy Fay! I think something terrible may be happening to America's youth, because my sophomores last year thought that Daisy was a twit and Gatsby a creep. What of poetry and gold-hatted lovers?
Hallelujah, Sarah! What of poetry and gold-hatted lovers!
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