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conversations.value: What is a description for a book titled Soldiers of Fortune about A.E, Romantic, Heinrich with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Poetry?
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conversations.value: A collection of 63 poems by A.E. the author, published in 1896. the author's lyrics express a Romantic pessimism in a clear, direct style. The poems of Heinrich Heine, the songs of William Shakespeare, and Scottish border ballads were the author's models, from which he learned to express emotion yet keep it at a certain distance. He assumed in his lyrics the persona of a farm laborer, and he set the poems in Shropshire, a west England county he had not yet visited when he began writing the poems. Among the most familiar of the poems are TO AN ATHLETE DYING YOUNG, WITH RUE MY HEART IS LADEN, and WHEN I WAS ONE AND TWENTY. --Webster Encyclopedia of Literature
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conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
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conversations.value: --Webster Encyclopedia of Literature.E. the author, published in 1896. the author's lyrics express a Romantic pessimism in a clear, direct style. The poems of Heinrich Heine, the songs of William Shakespeare, and Scottish border ballads were the author's models, from which he learned to express emotion yet keep it at a certain distance. He assumed in his lyrics the persona of a farm laborer, and he set the poems in Shropshire, a west England county he had not yet visited when he began writing the poems. Among the most familiar of the poems are TO AN ATHLETE DYING YOUNG, WITH RUE MY HEART IS LADEN, and WHEN I WAS ONE AND TWENTY.A collection of 63 poems by A.
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conversations.value: What is the first four paragraphs for this book?
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conversations.value: Soldiers of Fortune
  At 7:00 a.m., on a perfectly good Thursday, I stared at the mass of people on Main Street in dismay. The Fourth of July is cause for a big holiday celebration in many places, but when you combine the Fourth with a contested mayoral election, in Sinful, Louisiana, it's apparently cause for mass chaos. I dodged people shouting, snow cone stands, children screaming, and people hanging streamers until I reached Francine's Café. I hurried inside, expecting to see a similar scene, but was pleasantly surprised to find the regular early-morning breakfast crowd in their usual seats.
  I smiled and headed for my corner table, waving at Ally as I crossed the café. She popped over with coffee a minute later. "Given what I saw outside, I figured this place would be a madhouse."
  Ally frowned. "You're right there, and with her being elected mayor, there's going to be nothing but trouble. Any news on the election recount?"
  I nodded. Ally's aunt was the equivalent to a bipolar cat lady. Lived alone, didn't like anyone and they didn't like her, and her mood and allegiance shifted by the minute. Just a couple of weeks ago, I'd saved her life and she actually seemed grateful. One incident with wieners and hound dogs, and she promised to run me out of town. Today she might be knitting blankets for seniors and tomorrow she'd be calling a group of Girl Scouts ugly and fat. I'd given up trying to figure out what made her tick. If Gertie and Ida Belle hadn't figured it out in fifty-plus years, I certainly wasn't going to manage it in a month.
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conversations.value: What is another paragraph?
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conversations.value: I nodded my agreement, saying a quick prayer that Ida Belle was right. Because if Celia was still mayor after that audit, she was a walking target for Big and Little Hebert, and she'd have no idea they were coming.
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conversations.value: What is the last four paragraphs? Start with the sentence 'I opened my mouth to reply but before I could, I heard my front door open and bang shut'.
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conversations.value: I opened my mouth to reply but before I could, I heard my front door open and bang shut. A couple seconds later, Ida Belle and Gertie came running down the hall and into the kitchen, blocking each other on the way. When they came to a sliding stop in front of Carter and me, they were both winded.
  Carter stared back and forth from Ida Belle to Gertie, clearly dumbfounded and waiting for the punch line that wasn't coming.
  Ida Belle shook her head. "I don't know, but I have the feeling things are about to get really interesting around here."
  Jana DeLeon grew up among the bayous and gators of southwest Louisiana and writes about them now. She's never stumbled across a mystery like one of her heroines but is still hopeful. She lives in Dallas, Texas with a menagerie of animals and not a single ghost.