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You Lay Stiff
and Cold to Me.
2002 – a corpse in
whose wake I reflect, matured.
Trying and fragmented.
Ahead is 2003 – with
a coy wink, facing me arched and pregnant, whispering -
suggesting a new year of possibility - a life soon to be
manifest. Oh, be true.
May we all be blessed in
these sobering times.
>>2003
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