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thanksgiving poem

the old west, the old time
eighty years have passed, and more
i hold your heart
when night drifts along the streets of the city
star-dust and vaporous light
were it not for that singular smell
why are the things that have no death
old wine to drink
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
now while my lips are living
as a naked man i go

 



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