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Sep 2013
A true fantasy...

Darling,
Two, if by day.
Football this afternoon,
One, if by night,
Pink Martini concerto, ce soir.

The morning, this morning,
The future yet unwrit,
How shall I thee please?


Sweet by night, sweeter by morn,
If you wish me to please,
Let the New York Giants win today!
For if this pleaseth you,
This pleasures me even more!


*Darling Dearest,
There are things in this world not even
God can do....
W as in win. The actuality to awful to discuss. My winter Sundays may be more open than planned.
Nat Lipstadt
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Nat Lipstadt  120/M/nyc
(120/M/nyc)   
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