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Lord, am I drowning in books. Piles of the stuff just keep rising all over increasingly constricted floor space, and I mean floor space, of which the attic-library has run out of, very nearly. I have yet to find the hours to classify the piled-up books and select which ones go into glass-enclosed or open shelves. This would mean replacing quite a number already in a snug fit, and which should then go into boxes for pushing into the storage room.
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[Title] => Fruits of a visit
[Summary] => Now what do we do for an encore? Marne had recently handed Jimmy an accomplished sestina – six stanzas of six lines each with the end-words figuring in a revolving refrain, culminating with an all-inclusive tercet of internal rhyming. Jimmy responded with a sestina of his own. Now here was an idea.
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By Alfred A. Yuson | August 9, 2004 - 12:00am
By Alfred A. Yuson | February 25, 2002 - 12:00am