Paul Coates and Matt Weinstock, Dec. 10, 1960
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The mental patient's poem "Lost Garden," began: "No more will I sing how I was employed a fullness to bring where souls hung in void." DEAR ABBY: What can I do about my best friend's husband? He talks about me in his sleep. I swear I never even thought about this man as anything but a friend. And he never once got out of line with me since I have known him. My friend has told me that ... |
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