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Sunday, July 25, 2010

"Good night Irene"

Sung the singer
from my grandfather's
...gleaming mahogany
Victrola, drifting
over me in the warm
summer sleep-over night
listening, there on the green
carpet, velvet against
my grinning cheek
pleasure saturated
filled
with the song I thought
had been written just for my mother
and played just for me

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