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death of a salesman
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a stolen unfound poem, from a great play

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Death Of a Salesman
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by Arthur Miller
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BIFF:
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Now hear this, Willy, this is me. You know why I had no address for three months? I stole a suit
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in Kansas City and I was in jail. I stole myself out of every good job since high school!
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And I never got anywhere because you blew me
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so full of hot air I could never stand taking
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orders from anybody! That’s whose fault it is! It’s goddam time you heard this! I had to be big
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boss shot in two weeks, and I’m through with it! Willy! I ran down eleven flights with a pen in
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my hand today. An
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d suddenly I stopped, you hear me? And in the middle of that office building,
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do you hear this? I stopped in the middle of that building and I saw
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the sky. I saw the things
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that I love in this world. The work and the food and time to sit and smoke. And I looked at the
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pen and said to myself, what the hell am I grabbing this for? Why am I trying to become what I
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don’t want to be? What am I doing in an office, making a contemptuous, begging fool of myself,
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when all I want is out there, waiting for me the minu
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te I say I know who I am!
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14 Sep 18

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Clouds in the mirrored façade
of a downtown bank-
grass and daisies
cushion his sandwich box.
 — unknown

Golden eagle.

My eaglet's home is charnel house;
from two miles up
she's an island,
in a sea of bone
 — unknown

they are putting goodness into our foods
because our natural foods are not good enough
they slide them in with ease
and we eat them and get a disease.
 — unknown

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