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The Woodstock Poems: H. Houst & Son

As a Wasp, I share traits of the tribe, such as an inability to tell jokes. Here’s the one I remember: How many Wasps to screw in a light bulb? Two: one to mix the martinis; one to call the … Continue reading

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