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today I did not meet the stone man/ he has eyes
from wax that wasn’t burnt for many years

life is mellow when it is sunlight/ I walk leaning on my cane
on the pavement blessed to be even/ I ask “I beg your pardon”
“of course sweetheart” they answer
maybe I am beautiful/ maybe I have green hoarfrost in my eyes

look there’s a black angel dressed in fur coat like a stray dog
we breathe the same air
and for God’s sake I fear
that it will be spring too soon

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