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THE EPITAPH OF AN ABDICATOR
A dayThat I’ll always rememberA very somber DAYA very sad dayA day to ponderA day to wonderA dayNot like any other dayA very unusual dayA day to pray
Femme, femme que j’aimais tant Oh! Il y a plusieurs printemps Qu’il faisait beau temps Et le vent sifflait lestement bas et lent
Woman, woman that I loved uncommonly Several springs ago When the weather was good and callow When the wind whistled swiftly, low and slow
Paul Williams By Grayson They never knew me. The granddaughters with the brown hair and hazel eyes.
Dearest Alan, Sharp tongue, Sharper wit, Fervent spirit. I think of you in C-SPAN, I think of you in my walkman.
When my grandma died, I volunteered to write her eulogy Because I knew that would help me deal with the loss of her And help others as well.
If I were to write you a eulogy I would start by saying You are not dead I still see you in the mirror In the smile lines painted permanently onto my face I carry you in the baggage under my eyes
Moments conceived of sporadic gathering
Tattoo after “Slam, Dunk, & Hook” The skin that I am in is my own, It is something that I could never loan. The bark on my bones, the shell on my back,
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I. For the first time in a long while, I went to my jewelry box, a place Of cameos and my mother’s earrings, And took out my necklace of delicate gold And settled it on my collarbone
Beautiful, submissive, and enduring sufferer! You were the lamb imprisoned within a den of wolves. Abandoned in this world, you understood cruelty’s impermanence. The deepest admiration from my heart’s deepest vaults you summoned.