With his death, we have lost a very great chess genius whose like we’ll never see again.

With his death, we have lost a very great chess genius whose like we’ll never see again.

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by Suhel Ahmad | Last Updated on July 18, 2020 | Created on July 18, 2020

A son of the proud city of Montclair, New Jersey, Buzz made his mark in the Annals of West Point by standing first in plebe year in academics and in physical education. The proximity of his home town enabled him to escort frequently, proficiently, and with great variety. As evidenced by his fine record at the Academy, Buzz should make a capable, dependable, and efficient officer in the U.S. Air Force.

A son of the proud city of Montclair, New Jersey, Buzz made his mark in the Annals of West Point by standing first in plebe year in academics and in physical education. The proximity of his home town enabled him to escort frequently, proficiently, and with great variety. As evidenced by his fine record at […]

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by Suhel Ahmad | Last Updated on July 18, 2020 | Created on July 18, 2020

Don’t waste the Earth – It is our Jewel!

Don’t waste the Earth – It is our Jewel!

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by Suhel Ahmad | Last Updated on July 18, 2020 | Created on July 18, 2020

Magnificent desolation.

Magnificent desolation.

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by Suhel Ahmad | Last Updated on July 18, 2020 | Created on July 18, 2020

What is more cheerful, now, in the fall of the year, than an open-wood-fire? Do you hear those little chirps and twitters coming out of that piece of apple-wood? Those are the ghosts of the robins and blue-birds that sang upon the bough when it was in blossom last Spring. In Summer whole flocks of them come fluttering about the fruit-trees under the window: so I have singing birds all the year round.

What is more cheerful, now, in the fall of the year, than an open-wood-fire? Do you hear those little chirps and twitters coming out of that piece of apple-wood? Those are the ghosts of the robins and blue-birds that sang upon the bough when it was in blossom last Spring. In Summer whole flocks of […]

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by Suhel Ahmad | Last Updated on July 16, 2020 | Created on July 16, 2020

That was indeed to live— At one bold swoop to wrest From darkling death the best That Death to Life can give!

That was indeed to live— At one bold swoop to wrest From darkling death the best That Death to Life can give!

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by Suhel Ahmad | Last Updated on July 16, 2020 | Created on July 16, 2020

Here is woe, a self and not the mask of woe.

Here is woe, a self and not the mask of woe.

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by Suhel Ahmad | Last Updated on July 16, 2020 | Created on July 16, 2020

So precious life is! Even to the old The hours are as a miser’s coins!

So precious life is! Even to the old The hours are as a miser’s coins!

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by Suhel Ahmad | Last Updated on July 16, 2020 | Created on July 16, 2020

Or light or dark, or short or tall, She sets a springe to snare them all: All’s one to her—above her fan She’d make sweet eyes at Caliban.

Or light or dark, or short or tall, She sets a springe to snare them all: All’s one to her—above her fan She’d make sweet eyes at Caliban.

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by Suhel Ahmad | Last Updated on July 16, 2020 | Created on July 16, 2020

Somewhere—in desolate wind-swept space— In Twilight-land—in No-man’s land— Two hurrying Shapes met face to face, And bade each other stand. “And who are you?” cried one, agape, Shuddering in the gloaming light. “I know not,” said the second Shape, “I only died last night.”

Somewhere—in desolate wind-swept space— In Twilight-land—in No-man’s land— Two hurrying Shapes met face to face, And bade each other stand. “And who are you?” cried one, agape, Shuddering in the gloaming light. “I know not,” said the second Shape, “I only died last night.”

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by Suhel Ahmad | Last Updated on July 16, 2020 | Created on July 16, 2020