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the wrong hands for the R.A.F.
the wrong hands for the R.A.F. during the festive crush of the rowdy season, i got to talking with a newborn pilot, who fresh from heavy correspondence, talked of jets, of choppers,
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hundreds and thousands scattered like ashes
hundreds and thousands scattered like ashes the recipes remain, ingrained like folded away papery scars, or the memory of a wartime lover, felt over the lips like a ghost wind,
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farewell, old black settee
farewell, old black settee your leather had become tired, brought to ribbon corners by determined claws. we pushed you over, and turned away from your dusty belly.
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the principal of one lost shoe
the principal of one lost shoe i have lost a good many things in my time: a key, money, good friends, a brown leather jacket, more money, poems on scraps of paper like this one,
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heart attack Friday
heart attack Friday something about the nearness of the weekend, moves the hearts of a certain kind of man to frenzied beating, squeezed in the grip of the fading glow of the week:
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