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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