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Fifteen Words





 He told me
 his last 
 real conversation was in
 nineteen-fifty-five. And that was
  thirty minutes
 on the sidewalk
 with an interested stranger.
 Those that love him
 respect his silence,
 keep him to a fifteen word
 maximum. That allows them
 to get along. Silence is the juice
 of that loving home.
 He told me
 how he dreamed of
 lectures, long and
 deep draughts
 of speech.
 He dreamed of
 eyes bright with
 the lights from his stage.

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