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“I can’t tell you Why I loved him or What it meant. When you Are a child, you know only The kind of love your little Life lacked, so every Blooming flower is a field.” A poem by Camonghne Felix. https://t.co/SjIzFBgtqa — PolitiTweet.org

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In 1986, Paul Newman sat down with a screenwriter and began recording on a cassette player material for an autobiography. In 1998, he took the cassettes to the dump and burned them all. https://t.co/0G4BCp6cAe — PolitiTweet.org