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Heavy-Handed
The old man at
The end of things
Took a shine to me,
'Laugh', said he,
'Laugh and find someone to love'
I have, I said, touching my heart
With my words
He sighed, as
Old men don't
Clapped my shoulder,
Impressed,
'What more
Do you need?'
One more day I would love
His breed of
Gentle jealousy
Drew pipe smoke
A little tighter
His smile, the same
And the sun kept setting
Before either of us noticed
How lovely
It had been.
