BLISS HANDS TO THE HEART
Seems like shadows never do fall;
just that suggestion of what they
might do. Is it that which we are
supposed to await? Along the
street-curb Frankie Glanch is
throwing trash - he's halfway
to homeless, and it's all the
same to him.
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I knew Frankie when : Last year
he was in much better shape. Now
the rags no longer fit his frame.
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