Young men wore jeans and gold earrings,
A girl's navel
Was a scallop of bright copper.

A month before you had posted me
"History Is What You Live" -
A typescript autobiography

Recovered from a bankrupt publisher.
I had to laugh at the tirade -
Nothing had mellowed in the style -

As you sketched the horologagnosia
Of your hapless editor.
Now that careful boy has all the time he needs.

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