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He was larger than life    even shriveled       even the size of a septuagenarian    even at 85       even growing smaller in mind and spirit    the last year I saw him he was larger than life and    I still looked up . . . . He was 59 and I    was a child with arms and legs dangling        as though they were made of purple and orange pipe cleaners and when he said to hang on    I thought of Forefathers       of Revolutionaries    hanging on to their ideals and my arms wrapped tight    like the rubber band on his bread . . . . The long-ago far-away again and    again of the Last Year I Saw Him    seems to come around       like Fruit Stripe on a bicycle wheel    seems to come around       like a broken holiday of can/can't come because/without and you drop    like a barbell weight like a drop of blood       like a ream of cardstock printed with maps to find you and    to find you and to find you had just received a thick file from    the Feds.      Again.
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Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 4:43 PM UTC
The Last Year I Saw Him . . . .
He was larger than life    even shriveled       even the size of a septuagenarian    even at 85       even growing smaller in mind and spirit    the last year I saw him he was larger than life and    I still looked up . . . . He was 59 and I    was a child with arms and legs dangling        as though they were made of purple and orange pipe cleaners and when he said to hang on    I thought of Forefathers       of Revolutionaries    hanging on to their ideals and my arms wrapped tight    like the rubber band on his bread . . . . The long-ago far-away again and    again of the Last Year I Saw Him    seems to come around       like Fruit Stripe on a bicycle wheel    seems to come around       like a broken holiday of can/can't come because/without and you drop    like a barbell weight like a drop of blood       like a ream of cardstock printed with maps to find you and    to find you and to find you had just received a thick file from    the Feds.      Again.
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Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 4:43 PM UTC
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