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From Fecund Youth to Bomer-B
Thursday, July 16, 2009
His Finger Rested On The Cover (Orleans LXV '91)
His finger rested on the cover of the photo album
And as he opened it
He smelled beer, the remnants of stage makeup,
cigarette smoke,
and the crisp winter air
His lines came back to him suddenly
and he saw his breath
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