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I keep pictures of him in my mind yeah youknow the kind they curl up on the edges, the cornersare bended into a trickpulled from behind. Physically he is serene he looks good helooks clean yeah I know he's dead but I know whathe said and I think I might know what he mean. With many thanks for your well, well wisheshe says believe me, sincerely yours Mr. E Leon Rauis would say it's sentiment which he abhors. Seventeen Union Square North did he walk backand forth in the glass at the shop did he smiledid he stop for awhile did he question his worth? Seventeen Union Square West dressed uplooking his best Mr. E. Leon Rauis could never know how this would seem his one small request. With many thanks for your well, well wisheshe says believe me, sincerely yours Mr. E Leon Rauis would say it's sentiment which he abhors. Regretfully so he still wants you to know ofthe things in his heart he can't say. His penmenship does a disservice, It's illegible to this day. Oh, Mr. E. Leon Rauis believe me I hope it all turned out O.K. Picking a shop for the shoot did he buy a new suit? was he tall, was he kind, did hefinally find it that day, was his end absolute? He got old like everyone, was he somebody's son? did he fall, did he try to succeed ordeny what he knew or things he had done?
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