MORE TEN
TIMES THE ACE
I've got the felicity to find
you and to find grace : the
closet is now tumbling with
things just falling out. There's
a lighthouse pitcher from my old
Grandpa's days, and that glory
sack of beads my Mother used
to carry. I don't visit no one any
more, and these days are all long
and tired too. Johnny B. Goode
got lost in the woods. I remember
but it's all a day late, forget the
dollar short routine. I ain't running
no more, because I did run the race.
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