she was telling me stories
of when you weren't so mean
handsome
not like polished silverwear confined to cabinetray
but like john lennon and coffee.
and bare old cedar trees
mustached and bearded the plenty o'
so new
like the boys I know
or want to know
I saw the pictures
YOU, you glorious vibrant beauty of all beauty
so fertile and round and soft and pink
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