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- From: dan@jonas.berkeley.edu (dan graves)
- Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
- Subject: new and improved / dan graves
- Date: 4 Jan 1993 01:30:29 GMT
- Organization: University of California, Berkeley
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- my friend, she dies.
- she has always been dying.
- her muscles aeat
- rotting slowly within her.
- her heart a jewel
- in crumbled burning house.
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- she is not sad.
- i have never heard her cry.
- she grabs all life
- and squeezes it in her joy,
- with bony hands
- that can't lift a beer bottle.
-
- wish i could trade.
- give to her beautiful soul
- my strong body.
- let my black heart die sooner
- in her shell
- and let the living one live.
-
- dan graves
- dan@barkley.berkeley.edu
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-
- i posted this earlier with a bunch of capital
- letters for emphasis and i don't think it
- worked so well. So i changed that and a few
- other things and now i think it works much better.
- This if for an old friend with muscular dystropy.
- If you have any comments about this poem,
- please post them or mail them to me.
-