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I always said
I’d wait for you
til the cows came home

a problem
since I live nowhere
but here

and seldom is heard
an E I E I O
outside of PS 152

but here I stay
for years
for ever and a Tuesday

through radio days
and long distance nights
I am your eternal Gibralter

your faithful
winged backed
rude world blinder

in time I may go
but today, like every day
I stand guard, ready to serve

as Gershwin melodies
crumble through windows
and walls turn to clay

Rene ~ November 25, 2012

For Magpie Tales


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