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we grieve
by Philip F De Pinto
we grieve
your passing given you were born
sans heart
to wear loosely on our sleeve
were file
d under honey chile
like a venom tipped dart
tossed in the back
room o' some bar
like lilac
or star
born in the bullseye o' Spring
or other ox eye or equinox
among other thing
a-ma-gigs shorn
from cornucopia sure as you're born
o' that plenteous horn
01/18/2013 Posted on 01/18/2013
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