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Andy Warhol Was My Neighbor

9 East 32nd Street Between 5th and 6th Avenue In New York City. My apartment was 3C On the same block, Andy ran his “Factory”. Saw him frequently Looking his visual self, Me an SVA art student Living with my cat And no one else. We crossed each other one afternoon, Andy gave me a free copy Of his magazine “Interview”. 23 years later I’m thinking Instead of taking it And going my way, If I had asked Andy his autograph God knows the value That copy would have today.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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