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Mar 2018
Marco!  One minute you seemed perfectly healthy,
the next you were sprawled on the floor by the drinking
like a sack of potatoes.

(How reliable our machinery is usually--
just think if your car ran 60 years nonstop!....)

But, Marco, seeing you there on the floor,
I knew we live at the mercy
of neurons and corpuscles
(our own little wires and pistons)
and when they stop, we stop.
Hear Lucius/Jerry read the poem: .
Lucius Furius
Written by
Lucius Furius  67/M/Evanston, IL
(67/M/Evanston, IL)   
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