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Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
by Robert Frost
Attack of the 50 Foot Woman Star Yvette Vickers Found Mummified in her home.
Former Playboy pinup and B-movie actress Yvette Vickers died at the age of 82.
But it wasn't until a year later—last Wednesday—that her mummified body was found in her Beverly Hills home.
Neighbor Susan Savage found the Attack of the 50 Foot Woman star lying on the floor of an upstairs room,
after pushing open a barricaded front gate, "scaling a hillside",
climbing through a broken window and pushing through stacks of "clothes, junk mail and letters" to reach her,
according to the Los Angeles Times.
Although Vickers generally kept to herself in the neighborhood, Savage decided to check on her after seeing cobwebs and old letters in her mailbox.
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
by Robert Frost
Attack of the 50 Foot Woman Star Yvette Vickers Found Mummified in her home.
Former Playboy pinup and B-movie actress Yvette Vickers died at the age of 82.
But it wasn't until a year later—last Wednesday—that her mummified body was found in her Beverly Hills home.
Neighbor Susan Savage found the Attack of the 50 Foot Woman star lying on the floor of an upstairs room,
after pushing open a barricaded front gate, "scaling a hillside",
climbing through a broken window and pushing through stacks of "clothes, junk mail and letters" to reach her,
according to the Los Angeles Times.
Although Vickers generally kept to herself in the neighborhood, Savage decided to check on her after seeing cobwebs and old letters in her mailbox.
This is absolutely the strangest, and saddest, story Hollywood reported lately.
We are the clouds that veil the midnight moon;
How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver,
Streaking the darkness radiantly!--yet soon
Night closes round, and they are lost forever:
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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