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VA S S A R M I L L E R Lady of Leisure Life never gave her any tasks Lest labor should unnerve her. People, she thought, were but the masks Put on by life to serve her. Existence was a blessed blur, Time made a happy hum. Waiting for life to wait on her, She waited what might come, And waited. Sure enough, one day, Life, servant born and bred, Tripped in with death upon a tray Like John the Baptist’s head. 12 ❚ The Late 1950s and the 1960s ...

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