There are no big regrets that one could use as the basis for declaring a national holiday
There are only things not tried and people not tried harder with
You can see all of these regrets daily 12: 00,2: 30,5: 00,7: 30
Chew on stale popcorn, chew on stale living
Inside the gilded world which celluloid fails to remove the luster of
Reflections on net losses, a reminder of zero gains
The better mousetrap and the mice made redundant
The projectionist sets up the next reel in the dusty booth
He is tired and his back hurts
Eras rise and eras set
Eras rise and eras set on concerns like the struggle for better gas mileage
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