WE MET AT CANTERWELL'S
I was wearing a shoe, you were
carrying a camel. Maybe you
remember, maybe not. Your camel
kept trying to squirm away, but was
hitting its hump on the doorway.
I said, 'This seems like Camelot,'
and you laughed. And then the man
from Mandalay, with the mandolin,
started playing that horribly routine
song about the stars and stripes
forever. I recall you asking Stevie
Lang if that was his national anthem.
Boy, that was so long ago, and you
sure were a sweetheart back then.
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