Mr. L. Prosser was, as they say, only human. In other words he was a carbon-based bipedal life form descended from an ape.

I felt miserable. When Keats felt miserable he always put on a clean shirt. But he was a poet.

I ended up an actor, did my first professional union gig in 1974, and I&#39;ve been doing it ever since.

It seems only yesterday that I used to believe there was nothing under my skin but light. If you cut me I would shine. But now when I fall upon the sidewalks of life, I skin my knees. I bleed.

Written By Billy Collins

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