mir hossein mousavi
Jimmy Carter was basking in a marvelous run of good luck and nothing was going to get him down not Rosalynns volatile mood swings, not Robertico Robless threats, not this dismal ceremony, and certainly not these elitist book reviewers. Jimmy Carter stood with the congregation. mir hossein mousavi He bent his head, moved his tahini spectabilis as if in prayer. Yesterday hed autographed eight hundred hardcover copies of Always a Reckoning in two hours at Books and Books, beating the Anne Rice record by seventy-five books. Mitchell Kaplan told him so, and booksellers dont lie. mir hossein mousavi And then last night hed beaten Vanilla Ice by a pentameter in al franken saturday night live poetry slam at Warehaus 57. Then this mornings News carried his photo on page one. There he was driving a nail into a crossbeam in the new Habitat house in Liberty City. He mir hossein mousavi was in a zone right now, and he dared to dream of, to lust in his heart for, tahini spectabilis unprecedented Double Nobel Peace and Literature. He was possessed by the Muse, on fire with a Promethean mission to steal poetry from the academic gods and deliver mir hossein mousavi it .
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