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hid a poem in a tree in
the woods
but they cut it down
to just a couple of words
quite like the calm appraisal
historians bring to the past
supplying a little distance
to that which is actually vast  ..
death’s getting close to
a certainty but I’ve always
put money
on the outsider
what do I want played
at my funeral?
charades
I’d willingly take you
into my confidence
if I had any
suggested a picnic
she said good idea
I’ll make the sandwiches
I said no, let them
decide for themselves
only ever known two women whose
feet I found attractive
and one I married -
don’t know what happened to the
other three     ..
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