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In Memory of Dick Allen


  You make me want to talk about the hard times— Not of equations difficult to solve, but times   Hard with physical resistance: scraped elbows In the schoolyard shooting skelly, or crashing elbows   Into a metal fence. Skinned knees, bruised cheekbones, Ice balls whipped like fastballs at my cheekbones;   Hot asphalt, granite […]

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