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Poem	What was is...since 1930; The boys in my old gang are senior partners. They start up bald like baby birds to embrace retirement. At the altar of surrender I met you in the hour of credulity. How your misfortune came our clearly to us at twenty. At the gingerbread casino how innocent the nights we made it. on our Vesuvio martinis with no vermouth but vodka to sweeten the dry gin- the lash across my face that night we adored... soon every night and all when your sweet amorous repetition changed.
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