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Saturday afternoon

I love to sleep till almost noon In Julia's arms.. In Julia's room. Whites. yellows, and scattered red... Walls of windows light the bed. There's the shower where she sings... And on the wall, above the sink, Leon Trotsky sits and thinks

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