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This Is My Day.
GVL (March 29,1963 / Boston, Mass)

This Is My Day.

Poem By Tyler Skipper

You brought me here to show me something
thinking I had frogotten?
Impossible.....
The nuances run through my veins like a slow morphine drip
incideous
surging
I am ensconsed in a familiar hazy reverie
Daily
nightly
at noon
and every hour, on the hour
So save the guided tour of a broken hearted misery
I live my grand folly
my mistake
my misguided, misunderstood misadventure
I am immortalized
not in stone or cold, heartless marble
But a flesh and blood effigy
a shadow
a whisper

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Very intense, Gainor!


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