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Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Get Busy Living

Walk on the living, they don't even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble. What are they?

4 comments:

  1. ...or get busy dying.

    Dried leaves.

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  2. Mmmm...Shawshank Redemption.

    Leaves it is.

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  3. Shawshank Redemption is a great movie.

    Fallen leaves is the answer.

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  4. "I'll tell you how it is, Red. There's a big hayfield in the town of Buxton. You know where Buxton is at, don't you?"

    I said I did. It lies right next door to Scarborough.

    "That's right. And at the north end of this particular hayfield there's a rock wall, right out of a Robert Frost poem. And somewhere along the base of that wall is a rock that has no business in a Maine hayfeld. It's a piece of volcanic glass, and until 1947 it was a paperweight on my office desk. My friend Jim put it in that wall. There's a key underneath it. The key opens a safe deposit box in the Portland branch of the Casco Bank."

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