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...weaving his verbal wreaths, in prose and verse, of marvellous poison ivy.
Author:
Gore Vidal
Book:
Empire
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Published at:
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...weaving his verbal wreaths, in prose and verse, of marvellous poison ivy.
( Gore Vidal )
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