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Jun 2010
An old man
hair white with age
came to me
by the docks

excuse me
he said shakily
do you know Steven?
I must
deliver his gravy
I am
His gravy man

I turned
and heaved a sigh,
staring at my
reflection
in the water below

you silly fellow
I said,
I never told
my wife that
I have
hep-c,
you should not
ask me for
*advice
Written by
Edgar Kraltzcsh
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