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Jan 2021
you wouldnt know why would you know
to see him wearing cardigans
from pampered lambs and leather shoes
exported by italians
her eyes disguised by powdered base
and shimmer that accentuates
unbruised remainders of her face
that they had argued very late
designer shades pulled forward strands
a matte upon discolored neck
conceals the pattern of his hands
white hat long earrings misdirect
our short attention from the fact
that silence speaks repeated act
Bobby Copeland
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Bobby Copeland  65/M/Kentucky
(65/M/Kentucky)   
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     old poet MK, Wk kortas, vb and Jim Musics
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