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GRACE STILL OWES ME
There was no overflow
of wonderful souvenirs
naught but a hard struggle
from infancy to adolescence
that Vietnam thing
no precious gift from the magi
life a cold hard struggle
occurred mostly in my mind
took me down back alleys of delusion
thus senescence dulled my senses
to life’s mendacity.
Grace still owes me
a little from its beaker.
