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By Jack Joseph Smith
The Window
i : Through whick one looks
.
I see nothing
The one next to me
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| Nothing either is
i what was seen
i Mostly downtown
_ But other places
| Outside valleys
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i and such
| F : :
You see a twist in the mind
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If they were the same age,
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| in the same place
| thirty five years ago,
! no matter what, their
| bellies and their eves
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| would be better
| .
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