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PoemsToday, as I jogged down the center line of a closed-off, rain-glossed road, lost in a rhythm, the memory of a boy returned: fifteen
or so, barefoot in faded cut-off jeans,
he hoped theyd rip and didnt slow at all
body one cramp. (But later the secret smile,
yet I cant for the life of me recall the gun:
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